Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dut. How my yong Yorke,
Dut. I prythee let me heare it.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. Marry (they say) my Vnkle grew so fast,
Yor. That he could gnaw a crust at two houres old,
Yor. 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
Yor. Grandam, this would haue beene a byting Iest.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke, who told thee this?
Yor. Grandam, his Nursse.
Dut. His Nurse? why she was dead, ere yu wast borne.
Yor. lf 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. A parlous Boy: go too, you are too shrew'd.
Dut. Good Madam, be not angry with the Childe.