Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cates. Cates.
Cates. God keepe your Lordship in that gracious
Cates. minde.
Hast. Hast.
Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelue‑month hence,
Hast. That they which brought me in my Masters hate,
Hast. I liue to looke vpon their Tragedie.
Hast. Well Catesby, ere a fort‑night make me older,
Hast. Ile send some packing, that yet thinke not on't.
Cates. 'Tis a vile thing to dye, my gracious Lord,
Cates. When men are vnprepar'd, and looke not for it.
Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out
Hast. With Riuers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill doe
Hast. With some men else, that thinke themselues as safe
Hast. As thou and I, who (as thou know'st) are deare
Hast. To Princely Richard, and to Buckingham.
Cates. The Princes both make high account of you,