Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hang'd.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Ned, where are our disguises?
Poin. Poin.
Poin. Heere hard by: Stand close.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Now my Masters, happy man be his dole, say I:
Fal. euery man to his businesse.
Fal. Enter Trauellers.
Tra. Tra.
Tra. Come Neighbor: the boy shall leade our Horses
Tra. downe the hill: Wee'l walke a‑foot a while, and ease our
Tra. Legges.
Theeues. Theeues.
Theeues. Stay.
Tra. Iesu blesse vs.
Fal. Strike: down with them, cut the villains throats;
Fal. a whorson Caterpillars: Bacon‑fed Knaues, they hate vs