Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alanson. Leane raw‑bon'd Rascals, who would e're suppose,
Alanson. They had such courage and audacitie?
Charles. Charles.
Charles. Let's leaue this Towne,
Charles. For they are hayre‑brayn'd Slaues,
Charles. And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Charles. Of old I know them; rather with their Teeth
Charles. The Walls they'le teare downe, then forsake the Siege.
Reigneir. Reigneir.
Reigneir. I thinke by someodde Gimmors or Deuice
Reigneir. Their Armes are set, like Clocks, still to strike on;
Reigneir. Else ne're could they hold out so as they doe:
Reigneir. By my consent, wee'le euen let them alone.
Alanson. Alanson.
Alanson. Be it so.
Alanson. Enter the Bastard of Orleance.
Bastard. Bastard.
Bastard. Where's the Prince Dolphin? I haue newes
Bastard. for him.
Dolph. Dolph.