Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pand. Haile noble Prince of France:
Pand. The next is this: King Iohn hath reconcil'd
Pand. Himselfe to Rome, his spirit is come in,
Pand. That so stood out against the holy Church,
Pand. The great Metropolis and Sea of Rome:
Pand. Therefore thy threatning Colours now winde vp,
Pand. And tame the sauage spirit of wilde warre,
Pand. That like a Lion fostered vp at hand,
Pand. It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
Pand. And be no further harmefull then in shewe.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. Your Grace shall pardon me, I will not backe:
Dol. I am too high‑borne to be proportied
Dol. To be a secondary at controll,
Dol. Or vsefull seruing‑man, and Instrument
Dol. To any Souueraigne State throughout the world.
Dol. Your breath first kindled the dead coale of warres,
Dol. Betweene this chastiz'd kingdome and my selfe,
Dol. And brought in matter that should feed this fire;
Dol. And now 'tis farre too huge to be blowne out