Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alci. Vpon his good returnes.
Alci. If by this Crime, he owes the Law his life,
Alci. Why let the Warre receiue't in valiant gore,
Alci. For Law is strict, and Warre is nothing more.
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1 We are for Law, he dyes, vrge it no more
1 On height of our displeasure: Friend, or Brother,
1 He forfeits his owne blood, that spilles another.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. Must it be so? It must not bee:
Alc. My Lords, I do beseech you know mee.
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2 How?
Alc. Call me to your remembrances.
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3 What.
Alc. I cannot thinke but your Age has forgot me,
Alc. It could not else be, I should proue so bace,