Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fa. Very breefe, and to exceeding good sence‑lesse.
To. To.
To. I will way‑lay thee going home, where if it be thy chance
To. to kill me.
Fa. Fa.
Fa. Good.
To. Thou kilst me like a rogue and a villaine.
Fa. Still you keepe o'th windie side of the Law: good.
Tob. Tob.
Tob. Fartheewell, and God haue mercie vpon one of our
Tob. soules. He may haue mercie vpon mine, but my hope is better,
Tob. and so looke to thy selfe. Thy friend as thou vsest him, & thy
Tob. sworne enemie, Andrew Ague‑cheeke.
To. If this Letter moue him not, his legges cannot:
To. Ile giu't him.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. You may haue verie fit occasion fot'tfor't: he is now