Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. Meerely through feare, that the strait passe was damm'd
Post. With deadmen, hurt behinde, and Cowards liuing
Post. To dye with length'ned shame.
Lo. Lo.
Lo. Where was this Lane?
Post. Post.
Post. Close by the battell, ditch'd, & wall'd with turph,
Post. Which gaue aduantage to an ancient Soldiour
Post. (An honest one I warrant) who deseru'd
Post. So long a breeding, as his white beard came to,
Post. In doing this for's Country. Athwart the Lane,
Post. He, with two striplings (Lads more like to run
Post. The Country base, then to commit such slaughter,
Post. With faces fit for Maskes, or rather fayrer
Post. Then those for preseruation cas'd, or shame)
Post. Made good the passage, cryed to those that fled.
Post. Our Britaines hearts dye flying, not our men,
Post. To darknesse fleete soules that flye backwards; stand,
Post. Or we are Romanes, and will giue you that
Post. Like beasts, which you shun beastly, and may saue