Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. Enter Barnardine.
Abh. Abh.
Abh. Is the Axe vpon the blocke, sirrah?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Verie readie Sir.
Bar. Bar.
Bar. How now Abhorson?
Bar. What's the newes vvith you?
Abh. Truly Sir, I would desire you to clap into your
Abh. prayers: for looke you, the Warrants come.
Bar. You Rogue, I haue bin drinking all night,
Bar. I am not fitted for't.
Clo. Oh, the better Sir: for he that drinkes all night,
Clo. and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleepe the
Clo. sounder all the next day.
Clo. Enter Duke.