Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lar. Thy exercise hath bin too violent,
Lar. For a second course of Fight.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Sir, praise me not:
Mar. My worke hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well:
Mar. The blood I drop, is rather Physicall
Mar. Then dangerous to me: To Auffidious thus, I will appear (and fight.
Lar. Lar.
Lar. Now the faire Goddesse Fortune,
Lar. Fall deepe in loue with thee, and her great charmes
Lar. Misguide thy Opposers swords, Bold Gentleman:
Lar. Prosperity be thy Page.
Mar. Thy Friend no lesse,
Mar. Then those she placeth highest: So farewell.
Lar. Thou worthiest Martius,
Lar. Go sound thy Trumpet in the Market place,
Lar. Call thither all the Officers a'th'Towne,
Lar. Where they shall know our minde. Away.