Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dolph. That knit your sinewes to the strength of mine.
Dolph. Enter Pandulpho.
Dolph. And euen there, methinkes and Angell spake,
Dolph. Looke where the holy Legate comes apace,
Dolph. To giue vs warrant from the hand of heauen,
Dolph. And on our actions set the name of right
Dolph. With holy breath.
Pand. Pand.
Pand. Haile noble Prince of France:
Pand. The next is this: King Iohn hath reconcil'd
Pand. Himselfe to Rome, his spirit is come in,
Pand. That so stood out against the holy Church,
Pand. The great Metropolis and Sea of Rome:
Pand. Therefore thy threatning Colours now winde vp,
Pand. And tame the sauage spirit of wilde warre,
Pand. That like a Lion fostered vp at hand,
Pand. It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
Pand. And be no further harmefull then in shewe.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. Your Grace shall pardon me, I will not backe: