Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Chorus. Inuesting lanke-leane Cheekes, and Warre-worne Coats,
Chorus. Presented them vnto the gazing Moone
Chorus. So many horride Ghosts. O now, who will behold
Chorus. The Royall Captaine of this ruin'd Band
Chorus. Walking from Watch to Watch, from Tent to Tent;
Chorus. Let him cry, Prayse and Glory on his head:
Chorus. For forth he goes, and visits all his Hoast,
Chorus. Bids them good morrow with a modest Smyle,
Chorus. And calls them Brothers, Friends, and Countreymen.
Chorus. Vpon his Royall Face there is no note,
Chorus. How dread an Army hath enrounded him;
Chorus. Nor doth he dedicate one iot of Colour
Chorus. Vnto the wearie and all-watched Night:
Chorus. But freshly lookes, and ouer-beares Attaint,
Chorus. With chearefull semblance, and sweet Maiestie:
Chorus. That euery Wretch, pining and pale before,
Chorus. Beholding him, plucks comfort from his Lookes.
Chorus. A Largesse vniuersall, like the Sunne,
Chorus. His liberall Eye doth giue to euery one,
Chorus. Thawing cold feare, that meane and gentle all