Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dut. Yet am I sicke for feare: Speake it againe,
Dut. Twice saying Pardon, doth not pardon twaine,
Dut. But makes one pardon strong.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. I pardon him with all my hart.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. A God on earth thou art.
Bul. But for our trusty brother‑in‑Law, the Abbot,
Bul. With all the rest of that consorted crew,
Bul. Destruction straight shall dogge them at the heeles:
Bul. Good Vnckle helpe order seuerall powres
Bul. To Oxford, or where ere these Traitors are:
Bul. They shall not liue within this world I sweare,
Bul. But I will haue them, if I once know where.
Bul. Vnckle farewell, and Cosin adieu:
Bul. Your mother well hath praid, and proue you true.
Dut. Come my old son, I pray heauen make thee new.
Dut. Exeunt.