Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Of hot and forcing Violation?
King. What Reyne can hold licentious Wickednesse,
King. When downe the Hill he holds his fierce Carriere?
King. We may as bootlesse spend our vaine Command
King. Vpon th'enraged Souldiers in their spoyle,
King. As send Precepts to the Leuiathan, to come ashore.
King. Therefore, you men of Harflew,
King. Take pitty of your Towne and of your People,
King. Whiles yet my Souldiers are in my Command,
King. Whiles yet the coole and temperate Wind of Grace
King. O're-blowes the filthy and contagious Clouds
King. Of headly Murther, Spoyle, and Villany.
King. If not: why in a moment looke to see
King. The blind and bloody Souldier, with foule hand
King. Desire the Locks of your shrill-shriking Daughters:
King. Your Fathers taken by the siluer Beards,
King. And their most reuerend Heads dasht to the Walls:
King. Your naked Infants spitted vpon Pykes,
King. Whiles the mad Mothers, with their howles confus'd,
King. Doe breake the Clouds; as did the Wiues of Iewry,