Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sp. That all the Trauailers doe feare so much.
Ual. Ual.
Ual. My friends.
1. Out. 1. Out.
1. Out. That's not so, sir: we are your enemies.
2. Out. 2. Out.
2. Out. Peace: we'll heare him.
3. Out. 3. Out.
3. Out. I by my beard will we: for he is a proper man.
Val. Val.
Val. Then know that I haue little wealth to loose;
Val. A man I am, cross'd with aduersitie;
Val. My riches, are these poore habiliments,
Val. Of which, if you should here disfurnish me,
Val. You take the sum and substance that I haue.
2. Out. Whither trauell you?
Val. To Verona.