Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. There-
King. The Life of Henry the Fift.
King. Therefore to our best mercy giue your selues,
King. Or like to men prowd of destruction,
King. Defie vs to our worst: for as I am a Souldier,
King. A Name that in my thoughts becomes me best;
King. If I begin the batt'rie once againe,
King. I will not leaue the halfe-atchieued Harflew,
King. Till in her ashes she lye buryed.
King. The Gates of Mercy shall be all shut vp,
King. And the flesh'd Souldier, rough and hard of heart,
King. In libertie of bloody hand, shall raunge
King. With Conscience wide as Hell, mowing like Grasse
King. Your fresh faire Virgins, and your flowring Infants.
King. What is it then to me, if impious Warre,
King. Arrayed in flames like to the Prince of Fiends,
King. Doe with his smyrcht complexion all fell feats,
King. Enlynckt to wast and desolation?
King. What is't to me, when you your selues are cause,
King. If your pure Maydens fall into the hand