Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. my heeles.
Beat. Beat.
Beat. 'Tis almost fiue a clocke cosin, 'tis time you
Beat. were ready, by my troth I am exceeding ill, hey ho.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. For a hauke, a horse, or a husband?
Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H.
Mar. Well, and you be not turn'd Turke, there's no
Mar. more sayling by the starre.
Beat. What meanes the foole trow?
Mar. Nothing I, but God send euery one their harts
Mar. desire.
Hero. Hero.
Hero. These gloues the Count sent mee, they are an
Hero. excellent perfume.