Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. With all aduantages.
Bish. Can. Bish. Can.
Bish. Can. They of those Marches, gracious Soueraign,
Bish. Can. Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend
Bish. Can. Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers.
King. King.
King. We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely,
King. But feare the maine intendment of the Scot,
King. Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to vs:
King. For you shall reade, that my great Grandfather
King. Neuer went with his forces into France,
King. But that the Scot, on his vnfurnisht Kingdome,
King. Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach,
King. With ample and brim fulnesse of his force,
King. Galling the gleaned Land with hot Assayes,
King. Girding with grieuous siege, Castles and Townes:
King. That England being emptie of defence,
King. Hath shooke and trembled at th'ill neighbourhood.
B. Can. B. Can.
B. Can. She hath bin thēthen more fear'd thēthen harm'd, my Liege: