Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duke. To do him all the grace and good I could.
Duke. Go some of you, knocke at the Abbey gate,
Duke. And bid the Lady Abbesse come to me:
Duke. I will determine this before I stirre.
Duke. Enter a Messenger.
Duke. Oh Mistris, Mistris, shift and saue your selfe,
Duke. My Master and his man are both broke loose,
Duke. Beaten the Maids a‑row, and bound the Doctor,
Duke. Whose beard they haue sindg'd off with brands of fire,
Duke. And euer as it blaz'd, they threw on him
Duke. Great pailes of puddled myre to quench the haire;
Duke. My Mr preaches patience to him, and the while
Duke. His man with Cizers nickes him like a foole:
Duke. And sure (vnlesse you send some present helpe)
Duke. Betweene them they will kill the Coniurer.
Adr. Adr.
Adr. Peace foole, thy Master and his man are here,
Adr. And that is false thou dost report to vs.
Mess. Mess.
Mess. Mistris, vpon my life I tel you true,