Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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¶Boyet. Loues her by the foote.
2625Dum. He may not by the yarde.
¶
The partie is gone.
¶her way.
¶bellie already: tis yours.
2635Thou shalt die.
¶quicke by him, and hangd for Pompey that is dead by him.
2640Boyet. Renowned Pompey.
¶Bero. Greater then great, great, great, great Pompey: Pom-
¶pey the hudge.
¶Dum. Hector trembles.
2645or stir them on.
¶Duma. Hector will challenge him.
¶Bero. I, if a'haue no more mans blood in his belly then wil
¶suppe a Flea.
¶Brag. By the North Pole I do challenge thee.
2650Clow. I will not fight with a Pole like a Northren man;
¶row my Armes againe.
¶meane you? you will loose your reputation.
¶Brag. Gentlemen and Souldiers, pardon me, I will not
2660combat in my shyrt.
¶Brag. Sweete bloodes, I both may and will.
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Bero.
A pleasant conceited Comedie:
