Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hot. So he that doth redeeme her thence, might weare
Hot. Without Co‑riuall, all her Dignities:
Hot. But out vpon this halfe‑fac'd Fellowship.
Wor. Wor.
Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here,
Wor. But not the forme of what he should attend:
Wor. Good Cousin giue me audience for a‑while,
Wor. And list to me.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. I cry you mercy.
Wor. Those same Noble Scottes
Wor. That are your Prisoners.
Hot. Ile keepe them all.
Hot. By heauen, he shall not haue a Scot of them:
Hot. No, if a Scot would saue his Soule, he shall not.
Hot. Ile keepe them, by this Hand.
Wor. You start away,