Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hast. Hast.
Hast. Feare you not, that if wee can make our Peace
Hast. Vpon such large termes, and so absolute,
Hast. As our Conditions shall consist vpon,
Hast. Our Peace shall stand as firme as Rockie Mountaines.
Mow. Mow.
Mow. I, but our valuation shall be such,
Mow. That euery slight, and false‑deriued Cause,
Mow. Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton Reason,
Mow. Shall, to the King, taste of this Action:
Mow. That were our Royall faiths, Martyrs in Loue,
Mow. Wee shall be winnowed with so rough a winde,
Mow. That euen our Corne shall seeme as light as Chaffe,
Mow. And good from bad finde no partition.
Bish. Bish.
Bish. No, no (my Lord) note this: the King is wearie
Bish. Of daintie, and such picking Grieuances:
Bish. For hee hath found, to end one doubt by Death,
Bish. Reuiues two greater in the Heires of Life.
Bish. And therefore will hee wipe his Tables cleane,