Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Orl. This I must do, or know not what to do:
Orl. Yet this I will not do, do how I can,
Orl. I rather will subiect me to the malice
Orl. Of a diuerted blood, and bloudie brother.
Ad. Ad.
Ad. But do not so: I haue fiue hundred Crownes,
Ad. The thriftie hire I saued vnder your Father,
Ad. Which I did store to be my foster Nurse,
Ad. When seruice should in my old limbs lie lame,
Ad. And vnregarded age in corners throwne,
Ad. Take that, and he that doth the Rauens feede,
Ad. Yea prouidently caters for the Sparrow,
Ad. Be comfort to my age: here is the gold,
Ad. All this I giue you, let me be your seruant,
Ad. Though I looke old, yet I am strong and lustie;
Ad. For in my youth I neuer did apply
Ad. Hot, and rebellious liquors in my bloud,
Ad. Nor did not with vnbashfull forehead woe,
Ad. The meanes of weakensse and debilitie,
Ad. Therefore my age is as a lustie winter,