Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dolph. Our Syens, put in wilde and sauage Stock,
Dolph. Spirt vp so suddenly into the Clouds,
Dolph. And ouer-looke their Grafters?
Brit. Brit.
Brit. Normans, but bastard Normans, Norman bastards:
Brit. Mort du ma vie, if they march along
Brit. Vnfought withall, but I will sell my Dukedome,
Brit. To
Brit. The Life of Henry the Fift.
Brit. To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme
Brit. In that nooke-shotten Ile of Albion.
Const. Const.
Const. Dieu de Battailes, where haue they this mettell?
Const. Is not their Clymate foggy, raw, and dull?
Const. On whom, as in despight, the Sunne lookes pale,
Const. Killing their Fruit with frownes. Can sodden Water,
Const. A Drench for sur-reyn'd Iades, their Barly broth,
Const. Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat?
Const. And shall our quick blood, spirited with Wine,
Const. Seeme frostie? O, for honor of our Land,