Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Gods will, I pray thee wish not one man more.
King. By Ioue, I am not couetous for Gold,
King. Nor care I who doth feed vpon my cost:
King. It yernes me not, if men my Garments weare;
King. Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
King. But if it be a sinne to couet Honor,
King. I am the most offending Soule aliue.
King. No 'faith, my Couze, wish not a man from England:
King. Gods peace, I would not loose so great an Honor,
King. As one man more me thinkes would share from me,
King. For the best hope I haue. O, doe not wish one more:
King. Rather proclaime it (Westmerland) through my Hoast,
King. That he which hath no stomack to this fight,
King. Let him depart, his Pasport shall be made,
King. And Crownes for Conuoy put into his Purse:
King. We would not dye in that mans companie,
King. That feares his fellowship, to dye with vs.
King. This day is call'd the Feast of Crispian:
King. He that out-liues this day, and comes safe home,
King. Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,