Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hotsp. And such a deale of skimble‑skamble Stuffe,
Hotsp. As puts me from my Faith. I tell you what,
Hotsp. He held me last Night, at least, nine howres,
Hotsp. In reckning vp the seuerall Deuils Names,
Hotsp. That were his Lacqueyes:
Hotsp. I cry'd hum, and well, goe too,
Hotsp. But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious
Hotsp. As a tyred Horse, a rayling Wife,
Hotsp. Worse then a smoakie House. I had rather liue
Hotsp. With Cheese and Garlick in a Windmill farre,
Hotsp. Then feede on Cates, and haue him talke to me,
Hotsp. In any Summer‑House in Christendome.
Mort. Mort.
Mort. In faith he was a worthy Gentleman,
Mort. Exceeding well read, and profited,
Mort. In strange Concealements:
Mort. Valiant as a Lyon, and wondrous affable,
Mort. And as bountifull, as Mynes of India.
Mort. Shall I tell you, Cousin,
Mort. He holds your temper in a high respect,