Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hor. As thou art to thy selfe,
Hor. Such was the very Armour he had on,
Hor. When th'Ambitious Norwey combatted:
Hor. So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle
Hor. He smot the sledded Pollax on the Ice.
Hor. 'Tis strange.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Thus twice before, and iust at this dead houre,
Mar. With Martiall stalke, hath he gone by our Watch.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. In what particular thought to work, l know not:
Hor. But in the grosse and scope of my Opinion,
Hor. This boades some strange erruption to our State.
Mar. Good now sit down, & tell me he that knowes
Mar. Why this same strict and most obseruant Watch,
Mar. So nightly toyles the subiect of the Land,
Mar. And why such dayly Caft Cast of Brazon Cannon
Mar. And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre:
Mar. Why such impresse of Ship‑wrights, whose sore Taske