Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Phi. No my noble Lord, it is not for you. I haue heard
Phi. It ouer, and it is nothing, nothing in the world;
Phi. Vnlesse you can finde sport in their intents,
Phi. Extreamely stretcht, and cond with cruell paine,
Phi. To doe you seruice.
Thes. Thes.
Thes. I will heare that play. For neuer any thing
Thes. Can be amisse, when simplenesse and duty tender it.
Thes. Goe bring them in, and take your places, Ladies.
Hip. Hip.
Hip. I loue not to see wretchednesse orecharged;
Hip. And duty in his seruice perishing.
Thes. Why gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.
Hip. He saies, they can doe nothing in this kinde.
Thes. The kinder we, to giue them thanks for nothing
Thes. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake;
Thes. And what poore duty cannot doe, noble respect