Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. And such a Daughter,
Foole. Should sure to the Slaughter,
Foole. If my Cap would buy a Halter,
Foole. So the Foole followes after.
Foole. Exit
Gon. Gon.
Gon. This man hath had good Counsell,
Gon. A hundred Knights?
Gon. 'Tis politike, and safe to let him keepe
Gon. At point a hundred Knights: yes, that on euerie dreame,
Gon. Each buz, each fancie, each complaint, dislike,
Gon. He may enguard his dotage with their powres,
Gon. And hold our liues in mercy. Oswald, I say.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. Well, you may feare too farre.
Gon. Safer then trust too farre;
Gon. Let me still take away the harmes I feare,
Gon. Not feare still to be taken. I know his heart,
Gon. What he hath vtter'd I haue writ my Sister: