Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. if I liue. My Lady would not loose him for more then ile
Mar. say.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. How now mistris?
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Oh Lord.
To. To.
To. Prethee hold thy peace, this is not the way: Doe
To. you not see you moue him? Let me alone with him.
Fa. Fa.
Fa. No way but gentlenesse, gently, gently: the Fiend
Fa. is rough, and will not be roughly vs'd.
To. Why how now my bawcock? how dost yu chuck?
Mal. Sir.
To. I biddy, come with me. What man, tis not for
To. grauity to play at cherrie‑pit with sathan Hang him foul
To. Colliar.