Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. With Penons painted in the blood of Harflew:
King. Rush on his Hoast, as doth the melted Snow
King. Vpon the Valleyes, whose low Vassall Seat,
King. The Alpes doth spit, and void his rhewme vpon.
King. Goe downe vpon him, you haue Power enough,
King. And in a Captiue Chariot, into Roan
King. Bring him our Prisoner.
Const. Const.
Const. This becomes the Great.
Const. Sorry am I his numbers are so few,
Const. His Souldiers sick, and famisht in their March:
Const. For I am sure, when he shall see our Army,
Const. Hee'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare,
Const. And for atchieuement, offer vs his Ransome.
King. King.
King. Therefore Lord Constable, hast on Montioy,
King. And let him say to England, that we send,
King. To know what willing Ransome he will giue.
King. Prince Dolphin, you shall stay with vs in Roan.
Dolph. Dolph.