Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1. Gent. 1. Gent.
1. Gent. Ile giue it sir, and therefore spare my life.
2. Gent. 2. Gent.
2. Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight.
Whitm. Whitm.
Whitm. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord,
Whitm. And therefore to reuenge it, shalt thou dye,
Whitm. And so should these, if I might haue my will.
Lieu. Lieu.
Lieu. Be not so rash, take ransome, let him liue.
Suf. Suf.
Suf. Looke on my George, I am a Gentleman,
Suf. Rate meat what thou wilt, thou shalt be payed.
Whit. Whit.
Whit. And so am I: my name is Walter Whitmore.
Whit. How now? why starts thou? What doth death affright?
Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death:
Suf. A cunning man did calculate my birth,
Suf. And told me that by Water I should dye: