Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Will. This will I also weare in my Cap: if euer thou come to me, and say, after to morrow, This is my Gloue, by this Hand I will take thee a box on the eare.
King. King.
King. If euer I liue to see it, I will challenge it.
Will. Will.
Will. Thou dar'st as well be hang'd.
King. Well, I will doe it, though I take thee in the Kings companie.
Will. Keepe thy word: fare thee well.
Bates. Bates.
Bates. Be friends you English fooles, be friends, wee haue French Quarrels enow, if you could tell how to rec- kon.
Bates. Exit Souldiers.
King. Indeede the French may lay twentie French Crownes to one, they will beat vs, for they beare them on their shoulders: but it is no English Treason to cut French Crownes, and to morrow the King himselfe will be a Clipper.
King. Vpon the King, let vs our Liues, our Soules,
King. Our Debts, our carefull Wiues,
King. Our Children, and our Sinnes, lay on the King:
King. We must beare all.
King. O hard Condition, Twin-borne with Greatnesse,
King. Subiect to the breath of euery foole, whose sence