Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. Oh he is bold, and blushes not at death,
Sal. Auant thou hatefull villain, get thee gone.
Hu. Hu.
Hu. I am no villaine.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. Must I rob (the Law?
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Your sword is bright sir, put it vp againe.
Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murtherers skin.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Stand backe Lord Salsbury, stand backe I say:
Hub. By heauen, I thinke my sword's as sharpe as yours.
Hub. I would not haue you (Lord) forget your selfe,
Hub. Nor tempt the danger of my true defence;
Hub. Least I, by marking of your rage, forget
Hub. your Worth, your Greatnesse, and Nobility.
Big. Big.
Big. Out dunghill: dar'st thou braue a Nobleman?