Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ad. Your brother, no, no brother, yet the sonne
Ad. (Yet not the son, I will not call him son)
Ad. Of him I was about to call his Father,
Ad. Hath heard your praises, and this night he meanes,
Ad. To burne the lodging where you vse to lye,
Ad. ile of that
Ad. He
Ad. As you like it.
Ad. He will haue other meanes to cut you off;
Ad. I ouerheard him: and his practises:
Ad. This is no place, this house is but a butcherie;
Ad. Abhorre it, feare it, doe not enter it.
Ad. Ad.
Ad. Why whether Adam would'st thou haue me go?
Ad. No matter whether, so you come not here.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. What, would'st thou haue me go & beg my food,
Orl. Or with a base and boistrous Sword enforce
Orl. A theeuish liuing on the common rode?