Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. He is a very serpent in my way,
Iohn. And wheresoere this foot of mine doth tread,
Iohn. He lies before me: dost thou vnderstand me?
Iohn. Thou art his keeper.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. And Ile keepe him so,
Hub. That he shall not offend your Maiesty.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Death.
Hub. My Lord.
Iohn. A Graue.
Hub. He shall not liue.
Iohn. Enough.
Iohn. I could be merry now, Hubert, I loue thee.
Iohn. Well, Ile not say what I intend for thee:
Iohn. Remember: Madam, Fare you well,