Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Exet. 'Tis wonderfull.
King. King.
King. Come, goe mewe in procession to the Village:
King. And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast,
King. To boast of this, or take that prayse from God,
King. Which is his onely.
Flu. Flu.
Flu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie, to tell how many is kill'd?
King. Yes Captaine: but with this acknowledgement,
King. That God fought for vs.
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did vs great good.
King. Doe we all holy Rights:
King. Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum,
King. The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay:
King. And then to Callice, and to England then,
King. Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men.
King. Exeunt.