Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aust. In such a iust and charitable warre.
King. King.
King. Well, then to worke our Cannon shall be bent
King. Against the browes of this resisting towne,
King. Call for our cheefest men of discipline,
King. To cull the plots of best aduantages:
King. Wee'll befor this towne our Royal bones,
King. Wade to the market‑place in French‑mens bloud,
King. But we will make it subiect to this boy.
Con. Con.
Con. Stay for an answer to your Embassie,
Con. Lest vnaduis'd you staine your swords with bloud,
Con. My Lord Chattilion may from England bring
Con. That right in peace which heere we vrge in warre,
Con. And then we shall repent each drop of bloud,
Con. That hot rash haste so indirectly shedde.
Con. Enter Chattilion.
King. A wonder Lady: lo vpon thy wish
King. Our Messenger Chattilion is arriu'd,