Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sat. So Bassianus, you haue plaid your prize,
Sat. God giue you ioy sir of your Gallant Bride.
Bass. Bass.
Bass. And you of yours my Lord: I say no more,
Bass. Nor wish no lesse, and so I take my leaue.
Sat. Sat.
Sat. Traytor, if Rome haue law, or we haue power,
Sat. Thou and thy Faction shall repent this Rape.
Bass. Rape call you it my Lord, to cease my owne,
Bass. My true betrothed Loue, and now my wife?
Bass. But let the lawes of Rome determine all,
Bass. Meane while I am possest of that is mine.
Sat. 'Tis good sir: you are very short with vs,
Sat. But if we liue, weele be as sharpe with you.
Bass. My Lord, what I haue done as best I may,
Bass. Answere I must, and shall do with my life,
Bass. Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know,