Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. And his whole Kingdome into desolation:
King. Touching our person, seeke we no reuenge,
King. But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender,
King. Whose ruine you sought, that to her Lawes
King. We do deliuer you. Get you therefore hence,
King. (Poore miserable wretches) to your death:
King. The taste whereof, God of his mercy giue
King. You patience to indure, and true Repentance
King. Of all your deare offences. Beare them hence.
King. Exit.
King. Now Lords for France: the enterprise whereof
King. Shall be to you as vs, like glorious.
King. We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre,
King. Since God so graciously hath brought to light
King. This dangerous Treason, lurking in our way,
King. To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now,
King. But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way.
King. Then forth, deare Countreymen: Let vs deliuer
King. Our Puissance into the hand of God,
King. Putting it straight in expedition.