Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Full sodainely he fled.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Let him fly farre:
Glost. Not in this Land shall he remaine vncaught
Glost. And found; dispatch, the Noble Duke my Master,
Glost. My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night,
Glost. By his authoritie I will proclaime it,
Glost. That he which finds him shall deserue our thankes,
Glost. Bringing the murderous Coward to the stake:
Glost. He that conceales him death.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. When I disswaded him from his intent,
Bast. And found him pight to doe it, with curst speech
Bast. I threaten'd to discouer him; he replied,
Bast. Thou vnpossessing Bastard, dost thou thinke,
Bast. If I would stand against thee, would the reposall
Bast. Of any trust, vertue, or worth in thee
Bast. Make thy words faith'd? No, what should I denie,
Bast. (As this I would, though thou didst produce
Bast. My very Character) I'ld turne it all