Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Fidele Sir.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Thou doo'st approue thy selfe the very same:
Luc. Thy Name well fits thy Faith; thy Faith, thy Name:
Luc. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say
Luc. Thou shalt be so well master'd, but be sure
Luc. No lesse belou'd. The Romane Emperors Letters
Luc. Sent by a Consull to me, should not sooner
Luc. Then thine owne worth preferre thee: Go with me.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Ile follow Sir. But first, and't please the Gods,
Imo. Ile hide my Master from the Flies, as deepe
Imo. As these poore Pickaxes can digge: and when
Imo. With wild wood‑leaues & weeds, I ha' strew'd his graue
Imo. And on it said a Century of prayers
Imo. (Such as I can) twice o're, Ile weepe, and sighe,
Imo. And leauing so his seruice, follow you,
Imo. So please you entertaine mee.
Luc. I good youth,