Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Art. And if you do, you will but make it blush,
Art. And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert:
Art. Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes:
Art. And, like a dogge that is compell'd to fight,
Art. Snatch at his Master that doth tarre him on.
Art. All things that you should vse to do me wrong
Art. Deny their office: onely you do lacke
Art. That mercie, which fierce fire, and Iron extends,
Art. Creatures of note for mercy, lacking vses.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Well, see to liue: I will not touch thine eye,
Hub. For all the Treasure that thine Vnckle owes,
Hub. Yet am I sworne, and I did purpose, Boy,
Hub. With this same very Iron, to burne them out.
Art. Art.
Art. O now you looke like Hubert. All this while
Art. You were disguis'd.
Hub. Peace: no more. Adieu,
Hub. Your Vnckle must not know but you are dead.