Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glou. Now let thy friendly hand
Glou. Put strength enough too't.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. Wherefore, bold Pezant,
Stew. Dar'st thou support a publish'd Traitor? Hence,
Stew. Least that th'infection of his fortune take
Stew. Like hold on thee. Let go his arme.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. Chill not let go Zir,
Edg. Without vurther 'casion.
Stew. Let go Slaue, or thou dy'st.
Edg. Good Gentleman goe your gate, and let poore
Edg. volke passe: and 'chud ha'bin zwaggerd out of my life,
Edg. 'twould not ha'bin zo long as 'tis, by a vortnight. Nay,
Edg. come not neere th'old man: keepe out che vor'ye, or Ile
Edg. try whither your Costard, or my Ballow be the harder;
Edg. chill be plaine with you.