Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. But we will make it subiect to this boy.
Con. Con.
Con. Stay for an answer to your Embassie,
Con. Lest vnaduis'd you staine your swords with bloud,
Con. My Lord Chattilion may from England bring
Con. That right in peace which heere we vrge in warre,
Con. And then we shall repent each drop of bloud,
Con. That hot rash haste so indirectly shedde.
Con. Enter Chattilion.
King. King.
King. A wonder Lady: lo vpon thy wish
King. Our Messenger Chattilion is arriu'd,
King. What England saies, say breefely gentle Lord,
King. We coldly pause for thee, Chatilion speake,
Chat. Chat.
Chat. Then turne your forces from this paltry siege,
Chat. And stirre them vp against a mightier taske:
Chat. England impatient of your iust demands,
Chat. Hath put himself in Armes, the aduerse windes
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