Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ser. I'ld shake it on this quarrell. What do you meane?
Corn. Corn.
Corn. My Villaine?
Seru. Seru.
Seru. Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. Giue me thy Sword. A pezant stand vp thus?
Reg. Killes him.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. Oh I am slaine: my Lord, you haue one eye left
Ser. To see some mischefe on him. Oh.
Corn. Lest it see more, preuent it; Out vilde gelly:
Corn. Where is thy luster now?
Glou. Glou.
Glou. All darke and comfortlesse?
Glou. Where's my Sonne Edmund?
Glou. Edmund, enkindle all the sparkes of Nature
Glou. To quit this horrid acte.