Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Abh. Barnardine within.
Bar. Bar.
Bar. A pox o'your throats: who makes that noyse
Bar. there? What are you?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Your friends Sir, the Hangman:
Clo. You must be so good Sir to rise, and be put to death.
Bar. Away you Rogue, away, I am sleepie.
Abh. Abh.
Abh. Tell him he must awake,
Abh. And that quickly too.
Clo. Pray Master Barnardine, awake till you are ex
Clo. ecuted, and sleepe afterwards.
Ab. Ab.
Ab. Go in to him, and fetch him out.
Clo. He is comming Sir, he is comming: I heare his
Clo. Straw russle.