Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mess. Paris Guysors, Poicters, are all quite lost.
Bedf. Bedf.
Bedf. What say'st thou man, before dead Henry's Coarse?
Bedf. Speake softly, or the losse of those great Townes
Bedf. Will make him burst his Lead, and rise from death.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Is Paris lost? is Roan yeelded vp?
Glost. If Henry were recall'd to life againe,
Glost. These news would cause him once more yeeld the Ghost.
Exe. Exe.
Exe. How were they lost? what trecherie was vs'd?
Mess. Mess.
Mess. No trecherie, but want of Men and Money.
Mess. Amongst the Souldiers this is muttered,
Mess. That here you maintaine seuerll Factions:
Mess. And whil'st a Field should be dispatcht and fought,
Mess. You are disputing of your Generals.
Mess. One would haue lingring Warres, with little cost;
Mess. Another would flye swift, but wanteth Wings:
Mess. A third thinkes, without expence at all,