Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin, But this lyes all within the wil of God,
Kin, To whom I do appeale, and in whose name
Kin, Tel you the Dolphin, I am comming on,
Kin, To venge me as I may, and to put forth
Kin, My rightfull hand in a wel-hallow'd cause.
Kin, So get you hence in peace: And tell the Dolphin,
Kin, His Iest will sauour but of shallow wit,
Kin, When thousands weepe more then did laugh at it.
Kin, Conuey them with safe conduct. Fare you well.
Kin, Exeunt Ambassadors.
Exe. Exe.
Exe. This was a merry Message.
King. King.
King. We hope to make the Sender blush at it:
King. Therefore, my Lords, omit no happy howre,
King. That may giue furth'rance to our Expedition:
King. For we haue now no thought in vs but France,
King. Saue those to God, that runne before our businesse.
King. Therefore let our proportions for these Warres
King. Be soone collected, and all things thought vpon,