Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pis. (The Handmaides of all Women, or more truly
Pis. Woman it pretty selfe) into a waggish courage,
Pis. Ready in gybes, quicke‑answer'd, sawcie, and
Pis. As quarrellous as the Weazell: Nay, you must
Pis. Forget that rarest Treasure of your Cheeke,
Pis. Exposing it (but oh the harder heart,
Pis. Alacke
Pis. The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Pis. Alacke no remedy) to the greedy touch
Pis. Of common‑kissing Titan: and forget
Pis. Your laboursome and dainty Trimmes, wherein
Pis. You made great Iuno angry.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Nay be breefe?
Imo. I see into thy end, and am almost
Imo. A man already.
Pis. Pis.
Pis. First, make your selfe but like one,
Pis. Fore‑thinking this. I haue already fit
Pis. ('Tis in my Cloake‑bagge) Doublet, Hat, Hose, all