Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Botes. Botes.
Botes. None that I more loue then my selfe. You are
Botes. a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to si
Botes. lence, and worke the peace of the present, wee will not
Botes. hand a rope more, vse your authoritie: If you cannot,
Botes. giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make your
Botes. selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the
Botes. houre, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our
Botes. way I say.
Botes. Exit.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks
Gon. he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion
Gon. is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his han
Gon. ging, make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our
Gon. owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee
Gon. hang'd, our case is miserable.
Gon. Exit.
Gon. Enter Boteswaine