Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. sound, as things that are hollow; thy bones are hollow;
Luc. Impiety has made a feast of thee.
1. Gent. 1. Gent.
1. Gent. How now, which of your hips has the most
1. Gent. profound Ciatica?
Bawd. Bawd.
Bawd. Well, well: there's one yonder arrested, and
Bawd. carried to prison, was worth fiue thousand of you all.
2. Gent. 2. Gent.
2. Gent. Who's that I pray'thee?
Bawd. Marry Sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio?
1. Gent. Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.
Bawd. Nay, but I know 'tis so: I saw him arrested:
Bawd. saw him carried away: and which is more, within these
Bawd. three daies his head to be chop'd off.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. But, after all this fooling, I would not haue it so: