Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the streets,
Bast. An empty Casket, where the Iewell of life
Bast. By some damn'd hand was rob'd, and tane away.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. That villaine Hubert told me he did liue.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. So on my soule he did, for ought he knew:
Bast. But wherefore doe you droope? why looke you sad?
Bast. Be great in act, as you haue beene in thought:
Bast. Let not the world see feare and sad distrust
Bast. Gouerne the motion of a kinglye eye:
Bast. Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire,
Bast. Threaten the threatner, and out‑face the brow
Bast. Of bragging horror: So shall inferior eyes
Bast. That borrow their behauiours from the great,
Bast. Grow great by your example, and put on
Bast. The dauntlesse spirit of resolution.
Bast. Away, and glister like the god of warre
Bast. When he intendeth to become the field:
Bast. Shew boldnesse and aspiring confidence: