Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. With Lynstock now the diuellish Cannon touches,
King. Alarum, and Chambers goe off.
King. And downe goes all before them. Still be kind,
King. And eech out our performance with your mind.
King. Exit.
King. [Act 3, Scene 1]
King. Enter the King, Exeter, Bedford, and Gloucester.
King. Alarum: Scaling Ladders at Harflew.
King. King.
King. Once more vnto the Breach,
King. Deare friends, once more;
King. Or close the Wall vp with our English dead:
King. In Peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
King. As modest stillnesse, and humilitie:
King. But when the blast of Warre blowes in our eares,
King. Then imitate the action of the Tyger:
King. Stiffen the sinewes, commune vp the blood,
King. Disguise faire Nature with hard-fauour'd Rage:
King. Then lend the Eye a terrible aspect:
King. Let it pry through the portage of the Head,