Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Bast.
Bast. And if thou hast the mettle of a king,
Bast. Being wrong'd as we are by this peeuish Towne:
Bast. Turne thou the mouth of thy Artillerie,
Bast. As we will ours, against these sawcie walles,
Bast. And when that we haue dash'd them to the ground,
Bast. Why then defie each other, and pell‑mell,
Bast. Make worke vpon our selues, for heauen or hell.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. Let it be so: say, where will you assault?
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. We from the West will send destruction
Iohn. Into this Cities bosome.
Aust. Aust.
Aust. I from the North.
Fran. Fran.
Fran. Our Thunder from the South,
Fran. Shall raine their drift of bullets on this Towne.
Bast. O prudent discipline! From North to South: