Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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L. Bar. Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous Seas,
L. Bar. That if we wrought out life, was ten to one:
L. Bar. And yet we ventur'd for the gaine propos'd,
L. Bar. Choak'd the respect of likely perill fear'd,
L. Bar. And since we are o're‑set, venture againe.
L. Bar. Come, we will all put forth; Body, and Goods,
Mor. Mor.
Mor. 'Tis more then time: And (my most Noble Lord)
Mor. I heare for certaine, and do speake the truth:
Mor. The gentle Arch‑bishop of Yorke is vp
Mor. With well appointed Powres: he is a man
Mor. Who with a double Surety bindes his Followers.
Mor. My Lord (your Sonne) had onely but the Corpes,
Mor. But shadowes, and the shewes of men to fight.
Mor. For that same word (Rebellion) did diuide
Mor. The action of their bodies, from their soules,
Mor. And they did fight with queasinesse, constrain'd
Mor. As men drinke Potions; that their Weapons only
Mor. Seem'd on our side: but for their Spirits and Soules,
Mor. This word (Rebellion) it had froze them vp.