Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. La.
La. Know you not, he ha's?
Mac. Mac.
Mac. We will proceed no further in this Businesse:
Mac. He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
Mac. Golden Opinions from all sorts of people,
Mac. Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
Mac. Not cast aside so soone.
La. Was the hope drunke,
La. Wherein you drest your selfe? Hath it slept since?
La. And wakes it now to looke so greene, and pale,
La. At what it did so freely? From this time,
La. Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd
La. To be the same in thine owne Act, and Valour,
La. As thou art in desire? Would'st thou haue that
La. Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
La. And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?
La. Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,
La. Like the poore Cat i'th'Addage.