Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. And you degenerate, you ingrate Reuolts,
Bast. you bloudy Nero's, ripping vp the wombe
Bast. Of your deere Mother‑England: blush for shame:
Bast. For your owne Ladies, and pale‑visag'd Maides,
Bast. Like Amazons, come tripping after drummes:
Bast. Their thimbles into armed Gantlets change,
Bast. Their Needl's to Lances, and their gentle hearts
Bast. To fierce and bloody inclination.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. There end thy braue, and turn thy face in peace,
Dol. We grant thou canst out‑scold vs: Far thee well,
Dol. We hold our time too precious to be spent
Dol. With such a brabler.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Giue me, leaue to speake.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. No, I will speake.
Dol. We will attend to neyther:
Dol. Strike vp the drummes, and let the tongue of warre