Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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West. Without more helpe, could fight this Royall battaile.
King. King.
King. Why now thou hast vnwisht fiue thousand men:
King. Which likes me better, then to wish vs one.
King. You know your places: God be with you all.
King. Tucket.
King. Enter Montioy.
Mont. Mont.
Mont. Once more I come to know of thee King Harry,
Mont. If for thy Ransome thou wilt now compound,
Mont. Before thy most assured Ouerthrow:
Mont. For certainly, thou art so neere the Gulfe,
Mont. Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy
Mont. The Constable desires thee, thou wilt mind
Mont. Thy followers of Repentance; that their Soules
Mont. May make a peacefull and a sweet retyre
Mont. From off these fields: where (wretches) their poore bodies
Mont. Must lye and fester.
King. Who hath sent thee now?