Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Mess. By guilefull faire words, Peace may be obtayn'd.
Mess. Awake, awake, English Nobilitie,
Mess. Let not slouth dimme your Honors, new begot;
Mess. Cropt are the Flower‑de‑Luces in your Armes
Mess. Of Englands Coat, one halfe is cut away.
Exe. Exe.
Exe. Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall,
Exe. These Tidings would call forth her flowing Tides.
Bedf. Bedf.
Bedf. Me they concerne, Regent I am of France:
Bedf. Giue me my steeled Coat, Ile fight for France.
Bedf. Away with these disgracefull wayling Robes;
Bedf. Wounds will I lend the French, in stead of Eyes,
Bedf. To weepe their intermissiue Miseries.
Bedf. Enter
Bedf. The first Part of Henry the Sixt.
Bedf. Enter to them another Messenger.
Mess. Mess.
Mess. Lords view these Letters, full of bad mischance.
Mess. France is reuolted from the English quite,