Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. Each buz, each fancie, each complaint, dislike,
Gon. He may enguard his dotage with their powres,
Gon. And hold our liues in mercy. Oswald, I say.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. Well, you may feare too farre.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Safer then trust too farre;
Gon. Let me still take away the harmes I feare,
Gon. Not feare still to be taken. I know his heart,
Gon. What he hath vtter'd I haue writ my Sister:
Gon. If she sustaine him, and his hundred Knights
Gon. When I haue shew'd th'vnfitnesse.
Gon. Enter Steward.
Gon. How now Oswald?
Gon. What haue you writ that Letter to my Sister?
Stew. Stew.
Stew. I Madam.
Gon. Take you some company, and away to horse,
Gon. Informe her full of my particular feare,