Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Puc. Then take my soule; my body, soule, and all,
Puc. Before that England giue the French the foyle.
Puc. They depart.
Puc. See, they forsake me. Now the time is come,
Puc. That France must vale her lofty plumed Crest,
Puc. And let her head fall into Englands lappe.
Puc. My ancient Incantations are too weake,
Puc. And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
Puc. Now France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
Puc. Exit.
Puc. Excursions. Burgundie and Yorke fight hand to
Puc. hand. French flye.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Damsell of France, I thinke I haue you fast,
Yorke. Vnchaine your spirits now with spelling Charmes,
Yorke. And try if they can gaine your liberty.
Yorke. A goodly prize, sit for the diuels grace.
Yorke. See how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes,
Yorke. As if with Circe, she would change my shape.
Puc. Puc.