VVere Iacke Strawe a liue againe, And I in as good poſſibility as euer I was, I would lay a ſurer trumpe, Ere I would loſe ſo faire a tricke.

But ſee the Sunne in ruſſet mantle clad, / Walkes ore the deaw of yon hie mountaine top, […] In the First Folio (1623), the passage reads: But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, / Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.

... with side-handed or expanding batons, so as to provide police officers with better protection against assaults by criminals.

[…] was yapping, her silly voice fraught with italics.