Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edg. to his backe, sixe shirts to his body:
Edg. Horse to ride, and weapon to weare:
Edg. But Mice, and Rats, and such small Deare,
Edg. Haue bin Toms food, for seuen long yeare:
Edg. Beware my Follower. Peace Smulkin, peace thou Fiend.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. What, hath your Grace no better company?
Edg. Edg.
Edg. The Prince of Darkenesse is a Gentleman. Modo
Edg. he's call'd, and Mahu.
Glou. Our flesh and blood, my Lord, is growne so
Glou. vilde, that it doth hate what gets it.
Edg. Poore Tom's a cold.
Glou. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer
Glou. T'obey in all your daughters hard commands:
Glou. Though their Iniunction be to barre my doores,
Glou. And let this Tyrannous night take hold vpon you,