Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Cosen away for England, haste before,
Iohn. And ere our comming see thou shake the bags
Iohn. Of hoording Abbots, imprisoned angells
Iohn. Set at libertie: the fat ribs of peace
Iohn. Must by the hungry now be fed vpon:
Iohn. Vse our Commission in his vtmost force.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Bell, Booke, & Candle, shall not driue me back,
Bast. When gold and siluer becks me to come on.
Bast. I leaue your highnesse: Grandame, I will pray
Bast. (If euer I remember to be holy)
Bast. For your faire safety: so I kisse your hand.
Ele. Ele.
Ele. Farewell gentle Cosen.
Iohn. Coz, farewell.
Ele. Come hether little kinsman, harke, a worde.