Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glend. And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. Come Kate, thou art perfect in lying downe:
Hotsp. Come, quicke, quicke, that I may lay my Head in thy
Hotsp. Lappe.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Goe, ye giddy‑Goose.
Lady. The Musicke playes.
Hotsp. Now I perceiue the Deuill vnderstands Welsh,
Hotsp. And 'tis no maruell he is so humorous:
Hotsp. Byrlady hee's a good Musitian.
Lady. Then would you be nothing but Musicall,
Lady. For you are altogether gouerned by humors:
Lady. Lye still ye Theefe, and heare the Lady sing in Welsh.
Hotsp. I had rather heare (Lady) my Brach howle in
Hotsp. Irish.