Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Norf. Be aduis'd;
Norf. Heat not a Furnace for your foe so hot
Norf. That it do sindge your selfe. We may out‑runne
Norf. By violent swiftnesse that which we run at;
Norf. And lose by ouer‑running: know you not,
Norf. The fire that mounts the liquor til't run ore,
Norf. In seeming to augment it, wasts it: be aduis'd;
Norf. I say againe there is no English Soule
Norf. More stronger to direct you then your selfe;
Norf. If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Norf. Or but allay the fire of passion.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. Sir,
Buck. I am thankfull to you, and Ile goe along
Buck. By your prescription: but this top‑proud fellow,
Buck. Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
Buck. From sincere motions, by Intelligence,
Buck. And proofes as cleere as Founts in Iuly, when
Buck. Wee see each graine of grauell; I doe know
Buck. To be corrupt and treasonous.