Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Speed then to take aduantage of the field.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. It shall be so, and at the other hill
Fra. Command the rest to stand, God and our right,
Fra. Exeunt
Fra. Heere after excursions, Enter the Herald of France
Fra. with Trumpets to the gates.
F. Her. F. Her.
F. Her. You men of Angiers open wide your gates,
F. Her. And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in,
F. Her. Aa3
F. Her. Who
F. Her. The life and death of King Iohn.
F. Her. Who by the hand of France, this day hath made
F. Her. Much worke for teares in many an English mother,
F. Her. Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground:
F. Her. Many a widdowes husband groueling lies,
F. Her. Coldly embracing the discoloured earrhearth,
F. Her. And victorie with little losse doth play
F. Her. Vpon the dancing banners of the French,