Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. What England saies, say breefely gentle Lord,
King. We coldly pause for thee, Chatilion speake,
Chat. Chat.
Chat. Then turne your forces from this paltry siege,
Chat. And stirre them vp against a mightier taske:
Chat. England impatient of your iust demands,
Chat. Hath put himself in Armes, the aduerse windes
Chat. a2
Chat. Whose
Chat. The life and death of King Iohn.
Chat. Whose leisure I haue staid, haue giuen him time
Chat. To land his Legions all as soone as I:
Chat. His marches are expedient to this towne,
Chat. His forces strong, his Souldiers confident:
Chat. With him along is come the Mother Queene,
Chat. An Ace stirring him to bloud and strife,
Chat. With her her Neece, the Lady Blanch of Spaine,
Chat. With them a Bastard of the Kings deceast,
Chat. And all th'vnsetled humors of the Land,
Chat. Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,