Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. 'Gainst Paricides did all the thunder bend,
Bast. Spoke with how manifold, and strong a Bond
Bast. The Child was bound to'th' Father; Sir in fine,
Bast. Seeing how lothly opposite I stood
Bast. To his vnnaturall purpose, in fell motion
Bast. With his prepared Sword, he charges home
Bast. My vnprouided body, latch'd mine arme;
Bast. And when he saw my best alarum'd spirits
Bast. Bold in the quarrels right, rouz'd to th' encounter,
Bast. Or whether gasted by the noyse I made,
Bast. Full sodainely he fled.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Let him fly farre:
Glost. Not in this Land shall he remaine vncaught
Glost. And found; dispatch, the Noble Duke my Master,
Glost. My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night,
Glost. By his authoritie I will proclaime it,
Glost. That he which finds him shall deserue our thankes,
Glost. Bringing the murderous Coward to the stake:
Glost. He that conceales him death.