Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Const. And dost thou now fall ouer to my foes?
Const. Thou weare a Lyons hide, doff it for shame,
Const. And hang a Calues skin on those recreant limbes.
Aus. Aus.
Aus. O that a man should speake those words to me.
Phil. Phil.
Phil. And hang a Calues‑skin on those recreant limbs
Aus. Thou dar'st not say so villaine for thy life.
Phil. And hang a Calues‑skin on those recreant limbs.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. We like not this, thou dost forget thy selfe.
Iohn. Enter Pandulph.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. Heere comes the holy Legat of the Pope.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Haile you annointed deputies of heauen;
Pan. To thee King Iohn my holy errand is:
Pan. I Pandulph, of faire Millane Cardinall,