Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. He that flyes so, will ne're returne againe.
Talb. Talb.
Talb. If we both stay, we both are sure to dye.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Then let me stay, and Father doe you flye:
Iohn. Your losse is great, so your regard should be;
Iohn. My worth vnknowne, no losse is knowne in me.
Iohn. Vpon my death, the French can little boast;
Iohn. In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
Iohn. Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne,
Iohn. But mine it will, that no Exploit haue done.
Iohn. You fled for Vantage, euery one will sweare:
Iohn. But if I bow, they'le say it was for feare.
Iohn. There is no hope that euer I will stay,
Iohn. If the first howre I shrinke and run away:
Iohn. Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie,
Iohn. Rather then Life, preseru'd with Infamie.
Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe?