Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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War. The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe,
War. This day Ile weare aloft my Burgonet,
War. As on a Mountaine top, the Cedar shewes,
War. That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme,
War. Euen io affright thee with the view thereof.
Old Clif. Old Clif.
Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet Ile rend thy Beare,
Old Clif. And tread it vnder foot with all contempt,
Old Clif. Despight the Bearard, that protects the Beare.
Yo. Clif. Yo. Clif.
Yo. Clif. And so to Armes victorious Father,
Yo. Clif. To quell the Rebels, and their Complices.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Fie, Charitie for shame, speake not in spight,
Rich. For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night.
Yo Clif. Yo Clif.
Yo Clif. Foule stygmaticke that's more then thou
Yo Clif. canst tell.
Ric. Ric.
Ric. If not in heauen, you'l surely sup in hell.