Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Beat. God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that, I
Beat. had rather heare my Dog barke at a Crow, than a man
Beat. sweare he loues me.
Bene. Bene.
Bene. God keepe your Ladiship still in that minde,
Bene. so some Gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate
Bene. scratcht face.
Beat. Beat.
Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, and 'twere
Beat. such a face as yours were.
Bene. Well, you are a rare Parrat teacher.
Beat. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast of
Beat. your.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. I would my horse had the speed of your tongue,
Ben. and so good a continuer, but keepe your way a Gods
Ben. name, I haue done.