Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nor. What 'tis you go about: to climbe steepe hilles
Nor. Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like
Nor. A full hot Horse, who being allow'd his way
Nor. Selfe‑mettle tyres him: Not a man in England
Nor. Can aduise me like you: Be to your selfe,
Nor. As you would to your Friend.
Buc. Buc.
Buc. Ile to the King,
Buc. And from a mouth of Honor, quite cry downe
Buc. This
Buc. The Life of King Henry the Eight.
Buc. This Ipswich fellowes insolence; or proclaime,
Buc. There's difference in no persons.
Norf. Norf.
Norf. Be aduis'd;
Norf. Heat not a Furnace for your foe so hot
Norf. That it do sindge your selfe. We may out‑runne
Norf. By violent swiftnesse that which we run at;
Norf. And lose by ouer‑running: know you not,
Norf. The fire that mounts the liquor til't run ore,