Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fitz. Fitz.
Fitz. Now by my Soule, I would it were this houre.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this.
Per. Per.
Per. Aumerle, thou lye'st: his Honor is as true
Per. In this Appeale, as thou art all vniust:
Per. And that thou art so, there I throw my Gage
Per. To proue it on thee, to th'extreamest point
Per. Of mortall breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'st.
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
Aum. And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele,
Aum. Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe.
Surrey. Surrey.
Surrey. My Lord Fitz water:
Surrey. I do remember well, the very time
Surrey. Aumerle, and you did talke.
Fitz. My Lord,