Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corn. Corn.
Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks;
Corn. As I haue life and Honour, there shall he sit till Noone.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. Till noone? till night my Lord, and all night too.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Why Madam, if I were your Fathers dog,
Kent. You should not vse me so.
Reg. Sir, being his Knaue, I will. Stocks brought out.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. This is a Fellow of the selfe same colour,
Cor. Our Sister speakes of. Come, bring away the Stocks.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. Let me beseech your Grace, not to do so,
Glo. The King his Master, needs must take it ill
Glo. That he so slightly valued in his Messenger,
Glo. Should haue him thus restrained.
Cor. Ile answere that.