Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hub. Hub.
Hub. So well, that what you bid me vndertake,
Hub. Though that my death were adiunct to my Act,
Hub. By heauen I would doe it.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Doe not I know thou wouldst?
Iohn. Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert throw thine eye
Iohn. On yon young boy: Ile tell thee what my friend,
Iohn. He is a very serpent in my way,
Iohn. And wheresoere this foot of mine doth tread,
Iohn. He lies before me: dost thou vnderstand me?
Iohn. Thou art his keeper.
Hub. And Ile keepe him so,
Hub. That he shall not offend your Maiesty.
Iohn. Death.
Hub. My Lord.