Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Man. Vnlesse wee sweepe 'em fom the dore with Cannons,
Man. To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleepe
Man. On May‑day Morning. which will neuer be:
Man. We may as well push against Powles as stirre 'em.
Por. Por.
Por. How got they in, and be hang'd?
Por. Man.
Por. The Life of King Henry the Eight.
Man. Man.
Man. Alas I know not, how gets the Tide in?
Man. As much as one sound Cudgell of foure foote,
Man. (You see the poore remainder) could distribute,
Man. I made no spare Sir.
Port. Port.
Port. You did nothing Sir.
Man. I am not Sampson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand,
Man. To mow 'em downe before me: but if I spar'd any
Man. That had a head to hit, either young or old,
Man. He or shee, Cuckold or Cuckold‑maker: