Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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France. And with a blessed and vn‑vext retyre,
France. With vnhack'd swords, and Helmets all vnbruis'd,
France. We will beare home that lustie blood againe,
France. Which heere we came to spout against your Towne,
France. And leaue your children, wiues, and you in peace.
France. But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer,
France. 'Tis not the rounder of your old‑fac'd walles,
France. Can hide you from our messengers of Warre,
France. Though all these English, and their discipline
France. Were harbour'd in their rude circumference:
France. Then tell vs, Shall your Citie call vs Lord,
France. In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it?
France. Or shall we giue the signall to our rage,
France. And stalke in blood to our possession?
Cit. Cit.
Cit. In breefe, we are the King of Englands subiects
Cit. For him, and in his right, we hold this Towne.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.
Iohn. To him will we proue loyall, till that time