Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. I see you stand like Grey-hounds in the slips,
King. Straying vpon the Start. The Game's afoot:
King. Follow your Spirit; and vpon this Charge,
King. Cry, God for Harry, England, and S. George.
King. Alarum, and Chambers goe off.
King. [Act 3, Scene 2]
King. Enter Nim, Bardolph, Pistoll, and Boy.
Bard. Bard.
Bard. On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach.
Nim. Nim.
Nim. 'Pray thee Corporall stay, the Knocks are too hot: and for mine owne part, I haue not a Case of Liues: the humor of it is too hot, that is the very plaine-Song of it.
Pist. Pist.
Pist. The plaine-Song is most iust: for humors doe a- bound: Knocks goe and come: Gods Vassals drop and dye: and Sword and Shield, in bloody Field, doth winne immortall fame.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. Would I were in an Ale-house in London, I would giue all my fame for a Pot of Ale, and safetie.
Boy. Pist. And
Boy. The Life of Henry the Fift.
Pist. And I: If wishes would preuayle with me, my purpose should not fayle with me; but thither would I high.