Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pan. One minute, nay one quiet breath of rest.
Pan. A Scepter snatch'd with an vnruly hand,
Pan. Must be as boysterously maintain'd as gain'd.
Pan. And he that stands vpon a slipp'ry place,
Pan. Makes nice of no vilde hold to stay him vp:
Pan. That Iohn may stand, then Arthur needs must fall,
Pan. So be it, for it cannot be but so.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. But what shall I gaine by yong Arthurs fall?
Pan. Pan.
Pan. You, in the right of Lady Blanch your wife,
Pan. May then make all the claime that Arthur did.
Dol. And loose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
Pan. How green you are, and fresh in this old world?
Pan. Iohn layes you plots: the times conspire with you,
Pan. For he that steepes his safetie in true blood,
Pan. Shall finde but bloodie safety, and vntrue.
Pan. This Act so euilly borne shall coole the hearts