Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. Then pause not: for the present time's so sicke,
Iohn. That present medicine must be ministred,
Iohn. Or ouerthrow incureable ensues.
Pand. Pand.
Pand. It was my breath that blew this Tempest vp,
Pand. Vpon your stubborne vsage of the Pope:
Pand. But since you are a gentle conuertite,
Pand. My tongue shall hush againe this storme of warre,
Pand. And make faire weather in your blustring land:
Pand. On this Ascention day, remember well,
Pand. Vpon your oath of seruice to the Pope,
Pand. Goe I to make the French lay downe their Armes.
Pand. Exit.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Is this Ascension day? did not the Prophet
Iohn. Say, that before Ascension day at noone,
Iohn. My Crowne I should giue off? euen so I haue:
Iohn. I did suppose it should be on constraint,
Iohn. But (heau'n be thank'd) it is but voluntary.
Iohn. Enter Bastard.