Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gui. So out of thought, and thereto so ore‑growne,
Gui. Cannot be question'd.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. By this Sunne that shines
Arui. Ile thither: What thing is't, that I neuer
Arui. Did see man dye, scarse euer look'd on blood,
Arui. But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venison?
Arui. Neuer bestrid a Horse saue one, that had
Arui. A Rider like my selfe, who ne're wore Rowell,
Arui. Nor Iron on his heele? I am asham'd
Arui. To looke vpon the holy Sunne, to haue
Arui. The benefit of his blest Beames, remaining
Arui. So long a poore vnknowne.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. By heauens Ile go,
Gui. If you will blesse me Sir, and giue me leaue,
Gui. Ile take the better care: but if you will not,
Gui. The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
Gui. The hands of Romaines.