Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Auffid. He's mine, or I am his: Mine Emulation
Auffid. Hath not that Honor in't it had: For where
Auffid. I thought to crush him in an equall Force,
Auffid. True Sword to Sword: Ile potche at him some way,
Auffid. Or Wrath, or Craft may get him.
Sol. Sol.
Sol. He's the diuell.
Auf. Auf.
Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: my valors poison'd,
Auf. With onely suff'ring staine by him: for him
Auf. Shall flye out of it selfe, nor sleepe, nor sanctuary,
Auf. Being naked, sicke; nor Phane, nor Capitoll,
Auf. The Prayers of Priests, nor times of Sacrifice:
Auf. Embarquements all of Fury, shall lift vp
Auf. Their rotten Priuiledge, and Custome 'gainst
Auf. My hate to Martius. Where I finde him, were it
Auf. At home, vpon my Brothers Guard, euen there
Auf. Against the hospitable Canon, would I
Auf. Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to th' Citie,
Auf. Learne how 'tis held, and what they are that must