Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rod. Rod.
Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir.
Bra. Bra.
Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
Bra. My spirits and my place haue in their power
Bra. To make this bitter to thee.
Rodo. Rodo.
Rodo. Patience good Sir.
Bra. What tell'st thou me of Robbing?
Bra. This is Venice: my house is not a Grange.
Rodo. Most graue Brabantio,
Rodo. In simple and pure soule, I come to you.
Ia. Ia.
Ia. Sir: you are one of those that will not serue God,
Ia. if the deuill bid you. Because we come to do you seruice,
Ia. and you thinke we are Ruffians, you'le haue your Daugh
Ia. ter couer'd with a Barbary horse, you'le haue your Ne
Ia. phewes neigh to you, you'le haue Coursers for Cozens: