Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rob. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Rob. Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
Rob. And wilt not come? Come recreant, come thou childe,
Rob. Ile whip thee with a rod. He is defil'd
Rob. That drawes a sword on thee.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. Yea, art thou there?
Ro. Ro.
Ro. Follow my voice, we'l try no manhood here.
Ro. Exit.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on,
Lys. When I come where he cals, then he's gone.
Lys. The villaine is much lighter heel'd then I:
Lys. I followed fast, but faster he did flye;
Lys. shifting places.
Lys. That fallen am I in darke vneuen way,
Lys. And here wil rest me. Come thou gentle day:
Lys. lye down.
Lys. For if but once thou shew me thy gray light,