Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. There's my exchange, what in the world hes
Bast. That names me Traitor, villain‐like he lies,
Bast. Call by the Trumpet: he that dares approach;
Bast. On him, on you, who not, I will maintaine
Bast. My truth and honor firmely.
Bast. Enter a Herald.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. A Herald, ho.
Alb. Trust to thy single vertue, for thy Souldiers
Alb. All leuied in my name, haue in my name
Alb. Tooke their discharge.
Regan. Regan.
Regan. My sicknesse growes vpon me.
Alb. She is not well, conuey her to my Tent.
Alb. Come hither Herald, let the Trumpet sound,
Alb. And read out this.
Alb. A Trumpet sounds.
Alb. Herald reads.
Alb. I f any man of qualitie or degree, within the lists of the Army,