Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glend. For I was trayn'd vp in the English Court;
Glend. Where, being but young, I framed to the Harpe
Glend. Many an English Dittie, louely well,
Glend. And gaue the Tongue a helpefull Ornament;
Glend. A Vertue that was neuer seene in you.
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. Marry, and I am glad of it with all my heart,
Hotsp. I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew,
Hotsp. Then one of these same Meeter Ballad‑mongers:
Hotsp. I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd,
Hotsp. Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle‑tree,
Hotsp. And that would set my teeth nothing an edge,
Hotsp. Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie;
Hotsp. 'Tis like the forc't gate of a shuffling Nagge.
Glend. Glend.
Glend. Come, you shall haue Trent turn'd.
Hotsp. I doe not care: Ile giue thrice so much Land
Hotsp. To any well‑deseruing friend;
Hotsp. But in the way of Bargaine, marke ye me,