Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Reynol. But my good Lord.
Polon. Polon.
Polon. Wherefore should you doe this?
Reynol. Reynol.
Reynol. I my Lord, I would know that.
Polon. Marry Sir, here's my drift,
Polon. And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant:
Polon. You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne,
Polon. As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'th'working:
Polon. Marke you your party in conuerse; him you would (sound,
Polon. Hauing euer seene. In the prenominate crimes,
Polon. The youth you breath of guilty, be assur'd
Polon. He closes with you in this consequence:
Polon. Good sir, or so, or friend, or Gentleman.
Polon. According to the Phrase and the Addition,
Polon. Of man and Country.
Reynol. Very good my Lord.