Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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F. Her. You men of Angiers open wide your gates,
F. Her. And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in,
F. Her. Aa3
F. Her. Who
F. Her. The life and death of King Iohn.
F. Her. Who by the hand of France, this day hath made
F. Her. Much worke for teares in many an English mother,
F. Her. Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground:
F. Her. Many a widdowes husband groueling lies,
F. Her. Coldly embracing the discoloured earrhearth,
F. Her. And victorie with little losse doth play
F. Her. Vpon the dancing banners of the French,
F. Her. Who are at hand triumphantly displayed
F. Her. To enter Conquerors, and to proclaime
F. Her. Arthur of Britaine, Englands King, and yours.
F. Her. Enter English Herald with Trumpet.
E. Har. E. Har.
E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers, ring your bels,
E. Har. King Iohn, your king and Englands, doth approach,
E. Har. Commander of this hot malicious day,