Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1 If after two dayes shine, Athens containe thee,
1 Attend our waightier Iudgement.
1 And not to swell our Spirit,
1 He shall be executed presently.
1 Exeunt.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. Now the Gods keepe you old enough,
Alc. That you may liue
Alc. Onely in bone, that none may looke on you.
Alc. I'm worse then mad: I haue kept backe their Foes
Alc. While they haue told their Money, and let out
Alc. Their Coine vpon large interest. I my selfe,
Alc. Rich onely in large hurts. All those, for this?
Alc. Is this the Balsome, that the vsuring Senat
Alc. Powres into Captaines wounds? Banishment.
Alc. It comes not ill: I hate not to be banisht,
Alc. It is a cause worthy my Spleene and Furie,
Alc. That I may strike at Athens. Ile cheere vp
Alc. My discontented Troopes, and lay for hearts;
Alc. 'Tis Honour with most Lands to be at ods,