Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iden. Why rude Companion, whatsoere thou be,
Iden. I know thee not, why then should I betray thee?
Iden. Is't not enough to breake into my Garden,
Iden. And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds:
Iden. Climbing my walles inspight of me the Owner,
Iden. But thou wilt braue me with these sawcie termes?
Cade. Cade.
Cade. Braue thee? I by the best blood that ever was
Cade. broach'd, and beard thee to. Looke on mee well, I haue
Cade. eate no meate these fiue dayes, yet come thou and thy
Cade. fiue men, and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore
Cade. naile, I pray God I may never eate grasse more.
Iden. Iden.
Iden. Nay, it shall nere be said, while England stands,
Iden. That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent,
Iden. Tooke oddes to combate a poore famisht man.
Iden. Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine,
Iden. See if thou canst out‑face me with thy lookes:
Iden. Set limbe to limbe, and thou art farre the lesser:
Iden. Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,