Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. This is not well rash and vnbridled boy,
Clo. To flye the fauours of so good a King,
Clo. To plucke his indignation on thy head,
Clo. By the misprising of a Maide too virtuous
Clo. For the contempt of Empire.
Clo. Enter Clowne.
Clow. Clow.
Clow. O Madam, yonder is heauie newes within be
Clow. tweene two souldiers, and my yong Ladie.
La. La.
La. What is the matter.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Nay there is some comfort in the newes, some
Clo. comfort, your sonne will not be kild so soone as I thoght
Clo. he would.
La. Why should he be kill'd?
Clo. So say I Madame, if he runne away, as I heare he
Clo. does, the danger is in standing too't, that's the losse of