Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fra. What can goe well, when we haue runne so ill?
Fra. Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost?
Fra. Arthur tane prisoner? diuers deere friends slaine?
Fra. And bloudy England into England gone,
Fra. Ore‑bearing interruption spight of France?
Dol. Dol.
Dol. What he hath won, that hath he fortified:
Dol. So hot a speed, with such aduice dispos'd,
Dol. Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,
Dol. Doth want exaple: who hath read, or heard
Dol. Of any kindred‑action like to this?
Fra. Fra.
Fra. Well could I beare that England had this praise,
Fra. So we could finde some patterne of our shame:
Fra. Enter Constance.
Fra. Looke who comes heere? a graue vnto a soule,
Fra. Holding th'eternall spirit against her will,
Fra. In the vilde prison of afflicted breath:
Fra. I prethee Lady goe away with me.
Con. Con.