Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Exe. But I had not so much of man in mee,
Exe. And all my mother came into mine eyes,
Exe. And gaue me vp to teares.
King. King.
King. I blame you not,
King. For hearing this, I must perforce compound
King. With mixtfull eyes, or they will issue to.
King. Alarum.
King. But hearke, what new alarum is this same?
King. The French haue re-enforc'd their scatter'd men:
King. Then euery souldiour kill his Prisoners,
King. Giue the word through.
King. Exit
King. Actus Quartus.
King. [Act 4, Scene 7]
King. Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Flu. Flu.
Flu. Kill the poyes and the luggage, 'Tis expressely against the Law of Armes, tis as arrant a peece of knaue- ry marke you now, as can bee offert in your Conscience now, is it not?
Gow. Gow.
Gow. Tis certaine, there's not a boy left aliue, and the Cowardly Rascalls that ranne from the battaile ha' done this slaughter: besides they haue burned and carried a- way all that was in the Kings Tent, wherefore the King most worthily hath caus'd euery soldiour to cut his pri- soners throat. O 'tis a gallant King.