Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. What safe, and nicely I might well delay,
Bast. By rule of Knight‐hood, I disdaine and spurne:
Bast. Backe do I tosse these Treasons to thy head,
Bast. With the hell‐hated Lye, ore‐whelme thy heart,
Bast. Which for they yet glance by, and scarcely bruise,
Bast. This Sword of mine shall giue them instant way,
Bast. Where they shall rest for euer. Trumpets speake.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. Saue him, saue him.
Alb. Alarums. Fights.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. This is practise Gloster,
Gon. By th'law of Warre, thou wast not bound to answer
Gon. An vnknowne opposite: thou art not vanquish'd,
Gon. But cozend, and beguild.
Alb. Shut your mouth Dame,
Alb. Or with this paper shall I stop it: hold Sir,
Alb. Thou worse then any name, reade thine owne euill:
Alb. No tearing Lady, I perceiue you know it.