Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Haue in these parts from Morne till Euen fought,
King. And sheath'd their Swords, for lack of argument.
King. Dishonour not your Mothers: now attest,
King. That those whom you call'd Fathers, did beget you.
King. Be Coppy now to me of grosser blood,
King. And teach them how to Warre. And you good Yeomen,
King. Whose Lyms were made in England; shew vs here
King. The mettell of your Pasture: let vs sweare,
King. That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not:
King. For there is none of you so meane and base,
King. That hath not Noble luster in your eyes.
King. I see you stand like Grey-hounds in the slips,
King. Straying vpon the Start. The Game's afoot:
King. Follow your Spirit; and vpon this Charge,
King. Cry, God for Harry, England, and S. George.
King. Alarum, and Chambers goe off.
King. [Act 3, Scene 2]
King. Enter Nim, Bardolph, Pistoll, and Boy.
Bard. Bard.
Bard. On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach.