Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dol. And shall I now giue ore the yeelded Set?
Dol. No, no, on my soule it neuer shall be said.
Pand. Pand.
Pand. You looke but on the out‑side of this worke.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. Out‑side or in‑side, I will not returne
Dol. Till my attempt so much be glorified,
Dol. As to my ample hope was promised,
Dol. Before I drew this gallant head of warre,
Dol. And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world
Dol. To out‑looke Conquest, and to winne renowne
Dol. Euen in the iawes of danger, and of death:
Dol. What lusty Trumpet thus doth summon vs?
Dol. Enter Bastard.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. According to the faire‑play of the world,
Bast. Let me haue audience: I am sent to speake:
Bast. My holy Lord of Millane, from the King
Bast. I come to leare how you haue dealt for him:
Bast. And, as you answer, I doe know the scope