Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Io. Enter Mes.
Io. There is no sure foundation set on blood:
Io. No certaine life atchieu'd by others death:
Io. A fearefull eye thou hast. Where is that blood,
Io. That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes?
Io. So foule a skie, cleeres not without a storme,
Io. Poure downe thy weather: how goes all in France?
Mes. Mes.
Mes. From France to England, neuer such a powre
Mes. For any forraigne preparation,
Mes. Was leuied in the body of a land.
Mes. The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them:
Mes. For when you should be told they do prepare,
Mes. The tydings comes, that they are all arriu'd.
Ioh. Ioh.
Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke?
Ioh. Where hath it slept? Where is my Mothers care?
Ioh. That such an Army could be drawne in France,
Ioh. And she not heare of it?