Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. And kisse him with a glorious victory:
Bast. How like you this wilde counsell mighty States,
Bast. Smackes it not something of the policie.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads,
Iohn. I like it well. France, shall we knit our powres,
Iohn. And lay this Angiers euen with the ground,
Iohn. Then after fight who shall be king of it?
Bast. Bast.
Bast. And if thou hast the mettle of a king,
Bast. Being wrong'd as we are by this peeuish Towne:
Bast. Turne thou the mouth of thy Artillerie,
Bast. As we will ours, against these sawcie walles,
Bast. And when that we haue dash'd them to the ground,
Bast. Why then defie each other, and pell‑mell,
Bast. Make worke vpon our selues, for heauen or hell.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. Let it be so: say, where will you assault?
Iohn. We from the West will send destruction