Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. This weaues it selfe perforce into my businesse,
Bast. My Father hath set guard to take my Brother,
Bast. And I haue one thing of a queazie question
Bast. Which I must act, Briefenesse, and Fortune worke.
Bast. Enter Edgar.
Bast. Brother, a word, discend; Brother I say,
Bast. My Father watches: O Sir, fly this place,
Bast. Intelligence is giuen where you are hid;
Bast. You haue now the good aduantage of the night,
Bast. Haue you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornewall?
Bast. Hee's comming hither, now i'th' night, i'th' haste,
Bast. And Regan with him, haue you nothing said
Bast. Vpon his partie 'gainst the Duke of Albany?
Bast. Aduise your selfe.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. I am sure on't, not a word.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. I heare my Father comming, pardon me:
Bast. In cunning, I must draw my Sword vpon you:
Bast. Draw, seeme to defend your selfe,