Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are you vndone? No
Fal. ye Fat Chuffes, I would your store were heere. On Ba
Fal. cons, on, what ye knaues? Yong men must liue, you are
Fal. Grand Iurers, are ye? Wee'l iure ye ifaith.
Fal. Heere they rob them, and binde them. Enter the
Fal. Prince and Poines.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. The Theeues haue bound the True‑men: Now
Prin. could thou and I rob the Theeues, and go merily to Lon
Prin. don, it would be argument for a Weeke, Laughter for a
Prin. Moneth, and a good iest for euer.
Poynes. Poynes.
Poynes. Stand close, I heare them comming.
Poynes. Enter Theeues againe.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Come my Masters, let vs share, and then to horsse
Fal. before day: and the Prince and Poynes bee not two ar
Fal. rand Cowards, there's no equity stirring. There's no moe
Fal. valour in that Poynes, than in a wilde Ducke.