Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Messeng. The English are embattail'd, you French
Messeng. Peeres.
Const. Const.
Const. To Horse you gallant Princes, straight to Horse.
Const. Doe but behold yond poore and starued Band,
Const. And your faire shew shall suck away their Soules,
Const. Leauing them but the shales and huskes of men.
Const. There is not worke enough for all our hands,
Const. Scarce blood enough in all their sickly Veines,
Const. To giue each naked Curtleax a stayne,
Const. That our French Gallants shall to day draw out,
Const. And sheath for lack of sport. Let vs but blow on them,
Const. The vapour of our Valour will o're-turne them.
Const. 'Tis positiue against all exceptions, Lords,
Const. That our superfluous Lacquies, and our Pesants,
Const. Who in vnnecessarie action swarme
Const. About our Squares of Battaile, were enow
Const. To purge this field of such a hilding Foe;
Const. Though we vpon this Mountaines Basis by,
Const. Tooke stand for idle speculation: