Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mal. Scarsely haue coueted what was mine owne:
Mal. At no time broke my Faith, would not betray
Mal. The Deuill to his Fellow, and delight
Mal. No lesse in truth then life. My first false speaking
Mal. Was this vpon my selfe. What I am truly
Mal. Is thine, and my poore Countries to command:
Mal. Whither indeed, before they heere approach
Mal. Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike men
Mal. Already at a point, was setting foorth:
Mal. Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodnesse
Mal. Be like our warranted Quarrell. Why are you silent?
Macd. Macd.
Macd. Such welcome, and vnwelcom things once
Macd. 'Tis hard to reconcile.
Macd. Enter a Doctor.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. Well, more anon. Comes the King forth
Mal. I pray you?
Doct. Doct.
Doct. I Sir: there are a crew of wretched Soules