Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ege. A play there is, my Lord, some ten words long,
Ege. Which is as breefe, as I haue knowne a play;
Ege. But by ten words, my Lord, it is too long;
Ege. Which makes it tedious. For in all the play,
Ege. There is not one word apt, one Player fitted.
Ege. And tragicall my noble Lord it is: for Piramus
Ege. Therein doth kill himselfe. Which when I saw
Ege. Rehearst, I must confesse, made mine eyes water:
Ege. But more merrie teares, the passion of loud laughter
Ege. Neuer shed.
Thes. Thes.
Thes. What are they that do play it?
Ege. Ege.
Ege. Hard handed men, that worke in Athens heere,
Ege. Which neuer labour'd in their mindes till now;
Ege. And now haue toyled their vnHere the corner of the page is torn away, obscuring the second part of the last three lines of the column.
Ege. With this same play, against
Ege. e will he
Ege. A Midsommer nights Dreame.
Phi. Phi.