Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Then thine owne worth preferre thee: Go with me.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Ile follow Sir. But first, and't please the Gods,
Imo. Ile hide my Master from the Flies, as deepe
Imo. As these poore Pickaxes can digge: and when
Imo. With wild wood‑leaues & weeds, I ha' strew'd his graue
Imo. And on it said a Century of prayers
Imo. (Such as I can) twice o're, Ile weepe, and sighe,
Imo. And leauing so his seruice, follow you,
Imo. So please you entertaine mee.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. I good youth,
Luc. And rather Father thee, then Master thee: My Friends,
Luc. The Boy hath taught vs manly duties: Let vs
Luc. Finde out the prettiest Dazied‑Plot we can,
Luc. And make him with our Pikes and Partizans
Luc. A Graue: Come, Arme him: Boy hee's preferr'd
Luc. By thee, to vs, and he shall be interr'd
Luc. As Souldiers can. Be cheerefull; wipe thine eyes,
Luc. Some Falles are meanes the happier to arise.