Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dolph. Le chien est retourne a son propre vemissement est la leuye lauee au bourbier: thou mak'st vse of any thing.
Const. Const.
Const. Yet doe I not vse my Horse for my Mistresse, or any such Prouerbe, so little kin to the purpose.
Ramb. Ramb.
Ramb. My Lord Constable, the Armour that I saw in your Tent to night, are those Starres or Sunnes vpon it?
Const. Starres my Lord.
Dolph. Dolph.
Dolph. Some of them will fall to morrow, I hope.
Const. And yet my Sky shall not want.
Dolph. That may be, for you beare a many superflu- ously, and 'twere more honor some were away.
Const. Eu'n as your Horse beares your prayses, who would trot as well, were some of your bragges dismount- ted.
Dolph. Would I were able to loade him with his de- sert. Will it neuer be day? I will trot to morrow a mile, and my way shall be paued with English Faces.
Const. I will not say so, for feare I should be fac't out of my way: but I would it were morning, for I would faine be about the eares of the English.