Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ver. And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace,
Ver. As if he mastred there a double spirit
Ver. Of teaching, and of learning instantly:
Ver. There did he pause. But let me tell the World,
Ver. If he out‑liue the enuie of this day,
Ver. England did neuer owe so sweet a hope,
Ver. So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. Cousin, I thinke thou art enamored
Hot. On his Follies: neuer did I heare
Hot. Of any Prince so wilde at Liberty.
Hot. But be he as he will, yet once ere night,
Hot. I will imbrace him with a Souldiers arme,
Hot. That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie.
Hot. Arme, arme with speed. And Fellow's, Soldiers, Friends,
Hot. Better consider what you haue to do,
Hot. That I that haue not well the gift of Tongue,
Hot. Can
Hot. The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
Hot. Can lift your blood up with perswasion.