Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Exe. That he should for a forraigne purse, so sell
Exe. His Soueraignes life to death and treachery.
Exe. Sound Trumpets.
Exe. Enter the King, Scroope, Cambridge, and Gray.
King. King.
King. Now sits the winde faire, and we will aboord.
King. My Lord of Cambridge, and my kinde Lord of Masham,
King. And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts:
King. Thinke you not that the powres we beare with vs
King. Will cut their passage through the force of France?
King. Doing the execution, and the acte,
King. For which we haue in head assembled them.
Scro. Scro.
Scro. No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best.
King. I doubt not that, since we are well perswaded
King. We carry not a heart with vs from hence,
King. That growes not in a faire consent with ours:
King. Nor leaue not one behinde, that doth not wish
King. Successe and Conquest to attend on vs.