Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Stew. I told him of the Army that was Landed:
Stew. He smil'd at it. I told him you were comming,
Stew. His answer was, the worse. Of Glosters Treachery,
Stew. And of the loyall Seruice of his Sonne
Stew. When I inform'd him, then he call'd me Sot,
Stew. And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out:
Stew. What most he should dislike, seemes pleasant to him;
Stew. What like, offensiue.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Then shall you go no further.
Gon. It is the Cowish terror of his spirit
Gon. That dares not vndertake: Hee'l not feele wrongs
Gon. Which tye him to an answer: our wishes on the way
Gon. May proue effects. Backe Edmond to my Brother,
Gon. Hasten his Musters, and conduct his powres.
Gon. I must change names at home, and giue the Distaffe
Gon. Into my Husbands hands. This trustie Seruant
Gon. Shall passe betweene vs: ere long you are like to heare
Gon. (If you dare venture in your owne behalfe)
Gon. A Mistresses command. Weare this; spare speech,