Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. Cor.
Cor. This is a Fellow of the selfe same colour,
Cor. Our Sister speakes of. Come, bring away the Stocks.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. Let me beseech your Grace, not to do so,
Glo. The King his Master, needs must take it ill
Glo. That he so slightly valued in his Messenger,
Glo. Should haue him thus restrained.
Cor. Ile answere that.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. My Sister may recieue it much more worsse,
Reg. To haue her Gentleman abus'd, assaulted.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. Come my Lord, away.
Corn. Exit.
Glo. I am sorry for thee friend, 'tis the Dukes pleasure,
Glo. Whose disposition all the world well knows
Glo. Will not be rub'd nor stopt, Ile entreat for thee.