Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pist. What? shall wee haue Incision? shall wee em
Pist. brew? then Death rocke me asleepe, abridge my dolefull
Pist. dayes: why then let grieuous, gastly, gaping Wounds,
Pist. vntwin'd the Sisters three: Come Atropos, I say.
Host. Host.
Host. Here's good stuffe toward.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Giue me my Rapier, Boy.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. I prethee Iack, I prethee doe not draw.
Fal. Get you downe stayres.
Host. Here's a goodly tumult: Ile forsweare keeping
Host. house, before Ile be in these tirrits, and frights. So: Mur
Host. ther I warrant now. Alas, alas, put vp your naked Wea
Host. pons, put vp your naked Weapons.
Dol. I prethee Iack be quiet, the Rascall is gone: ah,
Dol. you whorson little valiant Villaine, you.