Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rod. If this be knowne to you, and your Allowance,
Rod. We then haue done you bold, and saucie wrongs.
Rod. But if you know not this, my Manners tell me,
Rod. We haue your wrong rebuke. Do not beleeue
Rod. That from the sence of all Ciuilitie,
Rod. I thus would play and trifle with your Reuerence.
Rod. Your Daughter (if you haue not giuen her leaue)
Rod. I say againe, hath made a grosse reuolt,
Rod. Tying her Dutie, Beautie, Wit, and Fortunes
Rod. In an extrauagant, and wheeling Stranger,
Rod. Of here, and euery where: straight satsfie your selfe.
Rod. If she be in her Chamber, or your house,
Rod. Let loose on me the Iustice of the State
Rod. For thus deluding you.
Bra. Bra.
Bra. Strike on the Tinder, hoa:
Bra. Giue me a Taper: call vp all my people,
Bra. This Accident is not vnlike my dreame,
Bra. Beleefe of it oppresses me alreadie.
Bra. Light, I say, light.