Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Luc.
Luc. God for thy mercy, they are loose againe.
Adr. Adr.
Adr. And come with naked swords,
Adr. Let's call more helpe to haue them bound againe.
Adr. Runne all out.
Off. Off.
Off. Away, they'l kill vs.
Off. Exeunt. omnes, as fast as may be, frighted.
S. Ant. S. Ant.
S. Ant. I see these Witches are affraid of swords.
S. Dro. S. Dro.
S. Dro. She that would be your wife, now ran from
S. Dro. you.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Come to the Centaur, fetch our stuffe from
Ant. thence:
Ant. I long that we were safe and sound aboord.
Dro. Dro.
Dro. Faith stay heere this night, they will surely do