Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done.
Yorke. I rather would haue lost my Life betimes,
Yorke. Then bring a burthen of dis‑honour home,
Yorke. By staying there so long, till all were lost.
Yorke. Shew me one skarre, character'd on thy Skinne,
Yorke. Mens flesh preseru'd so whole, doe seldome winne.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Nay then, this sparke will proue a raging fire,
Qu. If Wind and Fuell be brought, to feed it with:
Qu. No more, good Yorke; sweet Somerset be still.
Qu. Thy fortune, Yorke, hadst thou beene Regent there,
Qu. Might happily haue prou'd farre worse then his.
Yorke. What, worse then naught? nay, then a shame
Yorke. take all.
Somerset. Somerset.
Somerset. And in the number, thee, that wishest
Somerset. shame.
Card. Card.