Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. Sal.
Sal. Stand by, or I shall gaul you Faulconbridge.
Sal. If thou but frowne on me, or stirre thy foote,
Sal. Or teach thy hastie spleene to dome shame,
Sal. Ile strike thee dead. Put vp thy sword betime,
Sal. Or Ile so maule you, and your tosting‑Iron,
Sal. That you shall thinke the diuell is come from hell.
Big. Big.
Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge?
Big. Second a Villaine, and a Murtherer?
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Big. Who kill'd this Prince?
Hub. 'Tis not an houre since I left him well:
Hub. I honour'd him, I lou'd him, and will weepe
Hub. My date of life out, for his sweete liues losse.
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,