Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. And lulls him whilst she palyethplayeth on her backe,
Ti. And when he sleepes will she do what she list.
Ti. You are a young huntsman Marcus, let it alone:
Ti. And come, I will goe get a leafe of brasse,
Ti. And with a Gad of steele will write these words,
Ti. And lay it by: the angry Northerne winde
Ti. Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues abroad,
Ti. And wheres your lesson then. Boy what say you?
Boy. Boy.
Boy. I say my Lord, that if I were a man,
Boy. Their mothers bed‑chamber should not be safe,
Boy. For these bad bond‑men to the yoake of Rome.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. I that'sthat's my boy, thy father hath full oft,
Mar. For his vngratefull country done the like.
Boy. And Vncle so will I, and if I liue.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. Come goe with me into mine Armorie,
Ti. Lucius Ile fit thee, and withall, my boy