Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mal. Mal.
Mal. Macduffe is missing, and your Noble Sonne.
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. Your son my Lord, ha's paid a souldiers debt,
Rosse. He onely liu'd but till he was a man,
Rosse. The which no sooner had his Prowesse confirm'd
Rosse. In the vnshrinking station where he fought,
Rosse. But like a man he dy'de.
Sey. Sey.
Sey. Then he is dead?
Rosse. I, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
Rosse. Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
Rosse. It hath no end.
Sey. Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. I, on the Front.
Sey. Why then, Gods Soldier be he: