Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. So tell your Master.
Mount. Mount.
Mount. I shall deliuer so: Thankes to your High- nesse.
Glouc. Glouc.
Glouc. I hope they will not come vpon vs now.
King. King.
King. We are in Gods hand, Brother, not in theirs:
King. March to the Bridge, it now drawes toward night,
King. Beyond the Riuer wee'le encampe our selues,
King. And on to morrow bid them march away.
King. Exeunt.
King. [Act 3, Scene 7]
King. Enter the Constable of France, the Lord Ramburs,
King. Orleance, Dolphin, with others.
Const. Const.
Const. Tut, I haue the beft Armour of the World: would it were day.
Orleance. Orleance.
Orleance. You haue an excellent Armour: but let my Horse haue his due.
Const. It is the best Horse of Europe.