Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hub. Yet am I sworne, and I did purpose, Boy,
Hub. With this same very Iron, to burne them out.
Art. Art.
Art. O now you looke like Hubert. All this while
Art. You were disguis'd.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu,
Hub. Your Vnckle must not know but you are dead.
Hub. Ile fill these dogged Spies with false reports:
Hub. And, pretty childe, sleepe doubtlesse, and secure,
Hub. That Hubert for the wealth of all the world,
Hub. Will not offend thee.
Art. O heauen! I thanke you Hubert.
Hub. Silence, no more; go closely in with mee,
Hub. Much danger do I vndergo for thee.
Hub. Exeunt
Hub. Scena Secunda.
Hub. [Act 4, Scene 2]