Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Mar.
Mar. Thanks. What's the matter you dissentious rogues
Mar. That rubbing the poore Itch of your Opinion,
Mar. Make your selues Scabs.
2. Cit. 2. Cit.
2. Cit. We haue euer your good word.
Mar. He that will giue good words to thee, wil flatter
Mar. Beneath abhorring. What would you haue, you Curres,
Mar. That like nor Peace, nor Warre? The one affrights you,
Mar. The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
Mar. Where he should finde you Lyons, findes you Hares:
Mar. Where Foxes, Geese you are: No surer, no,
Mar. Then is the coale of fire vpon the Ice,
Mar. Or Hailstone in the Sun. Your Vertue is,
Mar. To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him,
Mar. And curse that Iustice did it. Who deserues Greatnes,
Mar. Deserues your Hate: and your Affections are
Mar. A sickmans Appetite; who desires most that
Mar. Which would encrease his euill. He that depends