Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. So I do against my will.
Poin. Poin.
Poin. O 'tis our Setter, I know his voyce:
Poin. Bardolfe, what newes?
Bar. Bar.
Bar. Case ye, case ye; on with your Vizards, there's
Bar. mony of the Kings comming downe the hill, 'tisgoing
Bar. to the Kings Exchequer.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. You lie you rogue, 'tis going to the Kings Tauern.
Gad. Gad.
Gad. There's enough to make vs all.
Fal. To he be hang'd.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. You foure shall front them in the narrow Lane:
Prin. Ned and I, will walke lower; if they scape from your en
Prin. counter, then they light on vs.
Peto. Peto.
Peto. But how many be of them?