Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Big. To morrow morning let vs meete him then.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. Or rather then set forward, for 'twill be
Sal. Two long dayes iourney (Lords) or ere we meete.
Sal. Enter Bastard.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Once more to day well met, distemper'd Lords,
Bast. The King by me requests your presence straight.
Sal. The king hath dispossest himselfe of vs,
Sal. We will not lyne his thin‑bestained cloake
Sal. With our pure Honors: nor attend the foote
Sal. That leaues the print of blood where ere it walkes.
Sal. Returne, and tell him so: we know the worst.
Bast. What ere you thinke, good words I thinke
Bast. were best.
Sal. Our greefes, and not our manners reason now.