Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fra. With slaughter coupled to the name of kings.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Ha Maiesty: how high thy glory towres,
Bast. When the rich blood of kings is set on fire:
Bast. Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele,
Bast. The swords of souldiers are his teeth, his phangs,
Bast. And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men
Bast. In vndetermin'd differences of kings.
Bast. Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus:
Bast. Cry hauocke kings, backe to the stained field
Bast. You equall Potents, fierie kindled spirits,
Bast. Then let confusion of one part confirm
Bast. The others peace: till then, blowes, blood, and death.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit?
Fra. Fra.
Fra. Speake Citizens for England, whose your king.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. The king of England, when we know the king.