Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alci. If Wisedome be in suffering. Oh my Lords,
Alci. As you are great, be pittifully Good,
Alci. Who cannot condemne rashnesse in cold blood?
Alci. To kill, I grant, is sinnes extreamest Gust,
Alci. But in defence, by Mercy, 'tis most iust.
Alci. To be in Anger, is impietie:
Alci. But who is Man, that is not Angrie.
Alci. Weigh but the Crime with this.
2. Sen. 2. Sen.
2. Sen. You breath in vaine.
Alci. Alci.
Alci. In vaine?
Alci. His seruice done at Lacedemon, and Bizantium,
Alci. Were a sufficient briber for his life.
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Alc. Alc.
Alc. Why say my Lords ha's done faire seruice,
Alc. And slaine in fight many of your enemies:
Alc. How full of valour did he beare himselfe