Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aust. Aust.
Aust. What the deuill art thou?
Bast. Bast.
Bast. One that wil play the deuill sir with you,
Bast. And a may catch your hide and you alone:
Bast. You are the Hare of whom the Prouerb goes
Bast. Whose valour plucks dead Lyons by the beard:
Bast. Ile smoake your skin‑coat and I catch you right,
Bast. Sirra looke too't, yfaith I will, yfaith.
Blan. Blan.
Blan. O well did he become that Lyons robe,
Blan. That did disrobe the Lion of that robe.
Bast. It lies as sightly on the backe of him
Bast. As great Alcides shooes vpon an Asse:
Bast. But Asse, Ile take that burthen from your backe,
Bast. Or lay on that shall make your shoulders cracke.
Aust. What cracker is this same that deafes our eares
Aust. With this abundance of superfluous breath?