Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Exe. This was a merry Message.
King. King.
King. We hope to make the Sender blush at it:
King. Therefore, my Lords, omit no happy howre,
King. That may giue furth'rance to our Expedition:
King. For we haue now no thought in vs but France,
King. Saue those to God, that runne before our businesse.
King. Therefore let our proportions for these Warres
King. Be soone collected, and all things thought vpon,
King. That may with reasonable swiftnesse adde
King. More Feathers to our Wings: for God before,
King. Wee'le chide this Dolphin at his fathers doore.
King. Therefore let euery man now taske his thought,
King. That this faire Action may on foot be brought.
King. Exeunt.
King. [Act 2]
King. [Prologue]
King. Flourish.
King. Enter Chorus.
King. Now all the Youth of England are on fire,