Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cres. Cres.
Cres. Will you walke in my Lord?
Cres. Enter Pandarus.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. What blushing still? haue you not done talking
Pan. yet?
Cres. Well Vnckle, what folly I commit, I dedicate
Cres. to you.
Pan. I thanke you for that: if my Lord get a Boy of
Pan. you, youle giue him me: be true to my Lord, if he flinch,
Pan. chide me for it.
Tro. Tro.
Tro. You know now your hostages: your Vnckles word
Tro. and my firme faith.
Pan. Nay, Ile giue my word for her too: our kindred
Pan. though they be long ere they are wooed, they are con
Pan. stant being wonne: they are Burres I can tell you, they'le