Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Say. For your behoofe.
Cade. Cade.
Cade. Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?
Say. Say.
Say. Great men haue reaching hands: oft haue I struck
Say. Those that I neuer saw, and strucke them dead.
Geo. Geo.
Geo. O monstrous Coward! What, to come behinde
Geo. Folkes?
Say. These cheekes are pale for watching for your good
Cade. Giue him a box o'th'eare, and that wil make 'em
Cade. red againe.
Say. Long sitting to determine poore mens causes,
Say. Hath made me full of sicknesse and diseases.
Cade. Ye shall haue a hempen Candle then, & the help
Cade. of hatchet.