Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glou. The bountie, and the benizon of Heauen
Glou. To boot, and boot.
Glou. Enter Steward.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. A proclaim'd prize: most happie
Stew. That eyelesse head of thine, was first fram'd flesh
Stew. To raise my fortunes. Thou old, vnhappy Traitor,
Stew. Breefely thy selfe remember: the Sword is out
Stew. That must destroy thee.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. Now let thy friendly hand
Glou. Put strength enough too't.
Stew. Wherefore, bold Pezant,
Stew. Dar'st thou support a publish'd Traitor? Hence,
Stew. Least that th'infection of his fortune take
Stew. Like hold on thee. Let go his arme.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. Chill not let go Zir,
Edg. Without vurther 'casion.