Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Where be your powres? Shew now your mended faiths,
Bast. And instantly returne with me againe.
Bast. To push destruction, and perpetuall shame
Bast. Out of the weake doore of our fainting Land:
Bast. Straight let vs seeke, or straight we shall be sought,
Bast. The Dolphine rages at our verie heeles.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. It seems you know not then so much as we,
Sal. The Cardinall Pandulph is within at rest,
Sal. Who halfe an houre since came from the Dolphin,
Sal. And brings from him such offers of our peace,
Sal. As we with honour and respect may take,
Sal. With purpose presently to leaue this warre.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees
Bast. Our selues well sinew'd to our defence.
Sal. Nay, 'tis in a manner done already,
Sal. For many carriages hee hath dispatch'd
Sal. To the sea side, and put this cause and quarrell