Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Car. Shall lessen this bigge looke.
Car. Exeunt Cardinall, and his Traine.
Buc. Buc.
Buc. This Butchers Curre is venom'd‑mouth'd, and I
Buc. Haue not the power to muzzle him, therefore best
Buc. Not wake him in his slumber. A Beggers booke,
Buc. Out‑worths a Nobles blood.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. What are you chaff'd?
Nor. Aske God for Temp'rance, that's th'appliance onely
Nor. Which your disease requires.
Buc. I read in's looks
Buc. Matter against me, and his eye reuil'd
Buc. Me as his abiect obiect, at this instant
Buc. He bores me with some tricke; He's gone to'th'King:
Buc. Ile follow, and out‑stare him.
Nor. Stay my Lord,
Nor. And let your Reason with your Choller question