Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hotsp. Of all our purposes. What say you to it?
Wor. Wor.
Wor. Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs.
Hots. Hots.
Hots. A perillous Gash, a very Limme lopt off:
Hots. And yet, in faith, it is not his present want
Hots. Seemes more then we shall finde it.
Hots. Were it good, to set the exact wealth of all our states
Hots. All at one Cast? To set so rich a mayne
Hots. On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre,
Hots. It were not good: for therein should we reade
Hots. The very Bottome, and the Soule of Hope,
Hots. The very List, the very vtmost Bound
Hots. Of all our fortunes.
Dowg. Dowg.
Dowg. Faith, and so wee should,
Dowg. Where now remaines a sweet reuersion.
Dowg. We may boldly spend, vpon the hope
Dowg. Of what is to come in:
Dowg. A comfort of retyrement liues in this.