Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Shall be my brother: be he ne're so vile,
King. This day shall gentle his Condition.
King. And Gentlemen in England, now a bed,
King. Shall thinke themselues accurst they were not here;
King. And hold their Manhoods cheape, whiles any speakes,
King. That fought with vs vpon Saint Crispines day.
King. Enter Salisbury.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. My Soueraign Lord, bestow your selfe with speed:
Sal. The French are brauely in their battailes set,
Sal. And will with all expedience charge on vs.
King. King.
King. All things are ready, if our minds be so.
West. West.
West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now.
King. Thou do'st not wish more helpe from England,
King. Couze?
West. Gods will, my Liege, would you and I alone,