Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Rom.
Rom. I feare too early, for my mind misgiues,
Rom. Some consequence yet hanging in the starres,
Rom. Shall bitterly begin his fearefull date
Rom. With this nights reuels, and expire the tearme
Rom. Of a despised life clos'd in my brest:
Rom. By some vile forfeit of vntimely death.
Rom. But he that hath the stirrage of my course,
Rom. Direct my sute: on lustie Gentlemen.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Strike Drum.
Ben. [Act 1, Scene 5]
Ben. They march about the Stage, and Seruingmen come forth
Ben. with their napkins.
Ben. Enter Seruant.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. Where's Potpan, that he helpes not to take away?
Ser. He shift a Trencher? he scrape a Trencher?
1. 1.
1. When good manners, shall lie in one or two mens