Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bag. As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head.
Bag. Amongst much other talke, that very time,
Bag. I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
Bag. The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes,
Bag. Then Bullingbrookes returne to England; adding withall,
Bag. How blest this Land would be, in this your Cosins death.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Princes, and Noble Lords:
Aum. What answer shall I make to this base man?
Aum. Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres,
Aum. On equall termes to giue him chasticement?
Aum. Either I must, or haue mine honor soyl'd
Aum. With th'Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes.
Aum. There is my Gage, the manuall Seale of death
Aum. That markes thee out for Hell. Thou lyest,
Aum. And will maintaine what thou hast said, is false,
Aum. In thy heart blood, though being all too base
Aum. To staine the temper of my Knightly sword.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Bagot forbeare, thou shalt not take it vp.