Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pan. Out of the bloody fingers ends of Iohn.
Pan. Me thinkes I see this hurley all on foot;
Pan. And O, what better matter breeds for you,
Pan. Then I haue nam'd. The Bastard Falconbridge
Pan. Is now in England ransacking the Church,
Pan. Offending Charity: If but a dozen French
Pan. Were there in Armes, they would be as a Call
Pan. To traine ten thousand English to their side;
Pan. Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
Pan. Anon becomes a Mountaine. O noble Dolphine,
Pan. Go with me to the King, 'tis wonderfull,
Pan. What may be wrought out of their discontent,
Pan. Now that their soules are topfull of offence,
Pan. For England go; I will whet on the King.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. Strong reasons makes strange actions: let vs go,
Dol. If you say I, the King will not say no.
Dol. Exeunt.
Dol. Actus Quartus, Scæna prima.
Dol. [Act 4, Scene 1]