Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Chorus. Behold, as may vnworthinesse define.
Chorus. A little touch of Harry in the Night,
Chorus. And so our Scene must to the Battaile flye:
Chorus. Where, O for pitty, we shall much disgrace,
Chorus. With foure or fiue most vile and ragged foyles,
Chorus. (Right ill dispos'd, in brawle ridiculous)
Chorus. The Name of Agincourt: Yet sit and see,
Chorus. Minding true things, by what their Mock'ries bee.
Chorus. Exit.
Chorus. [Act 4, Scene 1]
Chorus. Enter the King, Bedford, and Gloucester.
King. King.
King. Gloster, 'tis true that we are in great danger,
King. The greater therefore should our Courage be.
King. God morrow Brother Bedford: God Almightie,
King. There is some soule of goodnesse in things euill,
King. Would men obseruingly distill it out.
King. For our bad Neighbour makes vs early stirrers,
King. Which is both healthfull, and good husbandry.
King. Besides, they are our outward Consciences,