Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. Post.
Post. Not any: but abide the change of Time,
Post. Quake in the present winters state, and wish
Post. That warmer dayes would come: In these fear'd hope
Post. I barely gratifie your loue; they fayling
Post. I must die much your debtor.
Phil. Phil.
Phil. Your very goodnesse, and your company,
Phil. Ore‑payes all I can do. By this your King,
Phil. Hath heard of Great Augustus: Caius Lucius,
Phil. Will do's Commission throughly. And I think
Phil. Hee'le grant the Tribute: send th'Arrerages,
Phil. Or looke vpon our Romaines, whose remembrance
Phil. Is yet fresh in their griefe.
Post. I do beleeue
Post. (Statist though I am none, nor like to be)
Post. That this will proue a Warre; and you shall heare
Post. The Legion now in Gallia, sooner landed
Post. In our not‑fearing‑Britaine, then haue tydings