Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. That thou couldst see my Warres to day, and knew'st
Ant. The Royall Occupation, thou should'st see
Ant. A Workeman in't.
Ant. Enter an Armed Soldier.
Ant. Good morrow to thee, welcome,
Ant. Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge:
Ant. To businesse that we loue, we rise betime,
Ant. And go too't with delight.
Soul. Soul.
Soul. A thousand Sir, early though't be, haue on their
Soul. Riueted trim, and at the Port expect you.
Soul. Showt.
Soul. Trumpets Flourish.
Soul. Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.
Alex. Alex.
Alex. The Morne is faire: Good morrow Generall.
All. All.
All. Good morrow Generall.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. 'Tis well blowne Lads.