Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. land are at my command'ment. Happie are they, which
Fal. haue beene my Friendes: and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe
Fal. Iustice.
Pist. Pist.
Pist. Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also:
Pist. Where is the life that late I led, say they?
Pist. Why heere it is, welcome those pleasant dayes.
Pist. Exeunt
Pist. Scena Quarta.
Pist. [Act 5, Scene 4]
Pist. Enter Hostesse Quickly, Dol Teare‑Sheete,
Pist. and Beadles.
Hostesse. Hostesse.
Hostesse. No, thou arrant knaue: I would I might dy,
Hostesse. that I might haue thee hang'd: Thou hast drawne my
Hostesse. shoulder out of ioynt.
Off. Off.
Off. The Constables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee:
Off. and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough, I warrant
Off. her. There hath beene a man or two (lately) kill'd about