Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ang. Those he commands, moue onely in command,
Ang. Nothing in loue: Now do's he feele his Title
Ang. Hang loose about him, like a Giants Robe
Ang. Vpon a dwarfish Theefe.
Ment. Ment.
Ment. Who then shall blame
Ment. His pester'd Senses to recoyle, and start,
Ment. When all that is within him, do's condemne
Ment. It selfe, for being there.
Cath. Cath.
Cath. Well, march we on,
Cath. To giue Obedience, where 'tis truly ow'd:
Cath. Meet we the Med'cine of the sickly Weale,
Cath. And with him poure we in our Countries purge,
Cath. Each drop of vs.
Lenox. Lenox.
Lenox. Or so much as it needes,
Lenox. To dew the Soueraigne Flower, and drowne the Weeds:
Lenox. Make we our March towards Birnan.
Lenox. Exeunt marching.