Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Scot. Scot.
Scot. It sall be vary gud, gud feith, gud Captens bath, and I sall quit you with gud leue, as I may pick occasion: that sall I mary.
Irish. Irish.
Irish. It is no time to discourse, so Chrish saue me: the day is hot, and the Weather, and the Warres, and the King, and the Dukes: it is no time to discourse, the Town is beseech'd: and the Trumpet call vs to the breech, and we talke, and be Chrish do nothing, tis shame for vs all: so God sa'me tis shame to stand still, it is shame by my hand: and there is Throats to be cut, and Workes to be done, and there ish nothing done, so Christ sa'me law.
Scot. By the Mes, ere theise eyes of mine take them- selues to slomber, ayle de gud seruice, or Ile ligge i'th' grund for it; ay, or goe to death: and Ile pay't as valo- rously as I may, that sal I suerly do, that is the breff and the long: mary, I wad full faine heard some question tween you tway.
Welch. Welch.
Welch. Captaine Mackmorrice, I thinke, looke you, vnder your correction, there is not many of your Na- tion.
Irish. Of my Nation? What ish my Nation? Ish a Villaine, and a Basterd, and a Knaue, and a Rascall. What ish my Nation? Who talkes of my Nation?
Welch. Looke you, if you take the matter otherwise then is meant, Captaine Mackmorrice, peraduenture I shall thinke you doe not vse me with that affabilitie, as in discretion you ought to vse me, looke you, being as good a man as your selfe, both in the disciplines of Warre, and in the deriuation of my Birth, and in other particula- rities.
Irish. I doe not know you so good a man as my selfe: so Chrish saue me, I will cut off your Head.
Gower. Gower.
Gower. Gentlemen both, you will mistake each other.
Scot. A, that's a foule fault.
Scot. A Parley.