Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cade. ching, it hath serued me insteede of a quart pot to drinke
Cade. in: and now the word Sallet must serue me to feed on.
Cade. Enter Iden.
Iden. Iden.
Iden. Lord, who would liue turmoyled in the Court,
Iden. And may enioy such quiet walkes as these?
Iden. This small inheritance my Father left me,
Iden. Contenteth me, and worth a Monarchy.
Iden. I seeke not to waxe great by others warning,
Iden. Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy:
Iden. Sufficeth, that I haue maintaines my state,
Iden. And sends the poore well pleased from my gate.
Cade. Cade.
Cade. Heere's the Lord of the soile come to seize me
Cade. for a stray, for entering his Fee‑simple without leaue. A
Cade. Villaine, thou wilt betray me, and get a 1000. Crownes
Cade. of the King by carrying my head to him, but Ile make
Cade. thee eate Iron like an Ostridge, and swallow my Sword
Cade. like a great pin ere thou and I part.