Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. I spy comfort, I cry baile: Here's a Gentleman,
Clo. and a friend of mine.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. How now noble Pompey? What, at the wheels
Luc. of Cæsar? Art thou led in triumph? What is there none
Luc. of Pigmalions Images newly made woman to bee had
Luc. now, for putting the hand in the pocket, and extracting
Luc. clutch'd? What reply? Ha? What saist thou to this
Luc. Tune, Matter, and Method? Is't not drown'd i'th last
Luc. raine? Ha? What saist thou Trot? Is the world as it was
Luc. Man? Which is the vvay? Is it sad, and few words?
Luc. Or how? The tricke of it?
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Still thus, and thus: still vvorse?
Luc. How doth my deere Morsell, thy Mistris? Pro
Luc. cures she still? Ha?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Troth sir, shee hath eaten vp all her beefe, and
Clo. she is her selfe in the tub.