Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Const. Const.
Const. And yet my Sky shall not want.
Dolph. Dolph.
Dolph. That may be, for you beare a many superflu- ously, and 'twere more honor some were away.
Const. Eu'n as your Horse beares your prayses, who would trot as well, were some of your bragges dismount- ted.
Dolph. Would I were able to loade him with his de- sert. Will it neuer be day? I will trot to morrow a mile, and my way shall be paued with English Faces.
Const. I will not say so, for feare I should be fac't out of my way: but I would it were morning, for I would faine be about the eares of the English.
Ramb. Ramb.
Ramb. Who will goe to Hazard with me for twentie Prisoners?
Const. You must first goe your selfe to hazard, ere you haue them.
Dolph. 'Tis Mid-night, Ile goe arme my selfe.
Dolph. Exit.
Orleance. Orleance.
Orleance. The Dolphin longs for morning.