Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Auf. That I would haue spoke of:
Auf. Being banish'd for't, he came vnto my Harth,
Auf. Presented to my knife his Throat: I tooke him,
Auf. Made him ioynt‑seruant with me: Gaue him way
Auf. In all his owne desires: Nay, let him choose
Auf. Out of my Files, his proiects, to accomplish
Auf. My best and freshest men, seru'd his designements
Auf. In mine owne person: holpe to reape the Fame
Auf. Which he did end all his; and tooke some pride
Auf. To do my selfe this wrong: Till at the last
Auf. I seem'd his Follower, not Partner; and
Auf. He wadg'd me with his Countenance, as if
Auf. I had bin Mercenary.
1. Con. 1. Con.
1. Con. So he did my Lord:
1. Con. The Army marueyl'd at it, and in the last,
1. Con. When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd
1. Con. For no lesse Spoile, then Glory.
Auf. Auf.
Auf. There was it: