Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Malc. Which the false man do's easie.
Malc. Ile to England.
Don. Don.
Don. To Ireland, I:
Don. Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:
Don. Where we are, there's Daggers in mens Smiles;
Don. The neere in blood, the neerer bloody.
Malc. Malc.
Malc. This murtherous Shaft that's shot,
Malc. Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,
Malc. Is to auoid the ayme. Therefore to Horse,
Malc. And let vs not be daintie of leaue‑taking,
Malc. But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Malc. Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
Malc. Exeunt.
Malc. Scena Quarta.
Malc. [Act 2, Scene 4]
Malc. Enter Rosse, with an Old man.
Old man. Old man.
Old man. Threescore and ten I can remember well,