Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pros. Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow.
Fer. Fer.
Fer. No,
Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till
Fer. Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.
Fer. He drawes, and is charmed from mouing.
Mira. Mira.
Mira. O deere Father,
Mira. Make not too rash a triall of him, for
Mira. Hee's gentle, and not fearfull.
Pros. Pros.
Pros. What I say,
Pros. My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor,
Pros. Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience
Pros. Is so possest with guilt: Come, from thy ward,
Pros. For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke,
Pros. And make thy weapon drop.
Mira. Beseech you Father.