Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Bresting the loftie Surge. O, doe but thinke
King. You stand vpon the Riuage, and behold
King. A Citie on th'inconstant Billowes dauncing:
King. For so appeares this Fleet Maiesticall,
King. Holding due course to Harflew. Follow, follow:
King. Grapple your minds to sternage of this Nauie,
King. And leaue your England as dead Mid-night, still,
King. Guarded with Grandsires, Babyes, and old Women,
King. Eyther past, or not arriu'd to pyth and puissance:
King. For who is he, whose Chin is but enricht
King. With one appearing Hayre, that will not follow
King. These cull'd and choyse-drawne Caualiers to France?
King. Worke, worke your Thoughts, and therein see a Siege:
King. Behold the Ordenance on their Carriages,
King. With fatall mouthes gaping on girded Harflew.
King. Suppose th'Embassador from the French comes back:
King. Tells Harry, That the King doth offer him
King. Katherine his Daughter, and with her to Dowrie,
King. Some petty and vnprofitable Dukedomes.
King. The offer likes not: and the nimble Gunner