Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gui. Let me alone with him.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. Soft, what are you
Clot. That flye me thus? Some villaine‑Mountainers?
Clot. I haue heard of such. What Slaue art thou?
Gui. Gui.
Gui. A thing
Gui. More slauish did I ne're, then answering
Gui. A Slaue without a knocke.
Clot. Thou art a Robber,
Clot. A Law‑breaker, a Villaine: yeeld thee Theefe.
Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou? Haue not I
Gui. An arme as bigge as thine? A heart, as bigge:
Gui. Thy words I grant are bigger: for I weare not
Gui. My Dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art:
Gui. Why
Gui. The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Gui. Why I should yeeld to thee?