Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alci. Why do fond men expose themselues to Battell,
Alci. And not endure all threats? Sleepe vpon't,
Alci. And let the Foes quietly cut their Throats
Alci. Without repugnancy? If there be
Alci. Such Valour in the bearing, what make wee
Alci. Abroad? Why then, Women are more valiant
Alci. That stay at home, if Bearing carry it:
Alci. And the Asse, more Captaine then the Lyon?
Alci. The fellow loaden with Irons, wiser then the Iudge?
Alci. If Wisedome be in suffering. Oh my Lords,
Alci. As you are great, be pittifully Good,
Alci. Who cannot condemne rashnesse in cold blood?
Alci. To kill, I grant, is sinnes extreamest Gust,
Alci. But in defence, by Mercy, 'tis most iust.
Alci. To be in Anger, is impietie:
Alci. But who is Man, that is not Angrie.
Alci. Weigh but the Crime with this.
2. Sen. 2. Sen.
2. Sen. You breath in vaine.
Alci. Alci.