Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gow. Gow.
Gow. Heere comes his Maiesty.
Gow. Alarum.
Gow. Enter King Harry and Burbon
Gow. with prisoners. Flourish.
King. King.
King. I was not angry since I came to France,
King. Vntill this instant. Take a Trumpet Herald,
King. Ride thou vnto the Horsemen on yond hill:
King. If they will fight with vs, bid them come downe,
King. Or voyde the field: they do offend our sight.
King. If they'l do neither, we will come to them,
King. And make them sker away, as swift as stones
King. Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
King. Besides, wee'l cut the throats of those we haue,
King. And not a man of them that we shall take,
King. Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.
King. Enter Montioy.
Exe. Exe.
Exe. Here comes the Herald of the French, my Liege