Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. Not yours, in good sooth?
Hotsp. You sweare like a Comfit‑makers Wife:
Hotsp. Not you, in good sooth; and, as true as I liue;
Hotsp. And, as God shall mend me; and, as sure as day:
Hotsp. And giuest such Sarcenet suretie for thy Oathes,
Hotsp. As if thou neuer walk'st further then Finsbury.
Hotsp. Sweare me, Kate, like a Lady, as thou art,
Hotsp. A good mouth‑filling Oath: and leaue in sooth,
Hotsp. And such protest of Pepper Ginger‑bread,
Hotsp. To Veluet‑Guards, and Sunday‑Citizens.
Hotsp. Come, sing.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. I will not sing.
Hotsp. 'Tis the next way to turne Taylor, or be Red‑
Hotsp. brest reacher: and the Indentures be drawne, Ile away
Hotsp. within these two howres: and so come in, when yee
Hotsp. will.
Hotsp. Exit.