Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dol. But hold himselfe safe in his prisonment.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. O Sir, when he shall heare of your approach,
Pan. If that yong Arthur be not gone alreadie,
Pan. Euen at that newes he dies: and then the hearts
Pan. Of all his people shall reuolt from him,
Pan. And kisse the lippes of vnacquainted change,
Pan. And picke strong matter of reuolt, and wrath
Pan. Out of the bloody fingers ends of Iohn.
Pan. Me thinkes I see this hurley all on foot;
Pan. And O, what better matter breeds for you,
Pan. Then I haue nam'd. The Bastard Falconbridge
Pan. Is now in England ransacking the Church,
Pan. Offending Charity: If but a dozen French
Pan. Were there in Armes, they would be as a Call
Pan. To traine ten thousand English to their side;
Pan. Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
Pan. Anon becomes a Mountaine. O noble Dolphine,
Pan. Go with me to the King, 'tis wonderfull,
Pan. What may be wrought out of their discontent,