Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cres. Pray you content you.
Troy. Troy.
Troy. What offends you Lady?
Cres. Cres.
Cres. Sir, mine owne company.
Troy. You cannot shun your selfe.
Cres. Let me goe and try:
Cres. I, haue a kinde of selfe recides with you:
Cres. But an vnkinde selfe, that it selfe will leaue,
Cres. To be anothers foole. Where is my wit?
Cres. I would be gone: I speake I know not what.
Troy. Well know they what they speake, that speakes
Troy. so wisely.
Cre. Cre.
Cre. Perchance my Lord, I shew more craft then loue,
Cre. And fell so roundly to a large confession,
Cre. To Angle for your thoughts; but you are wise,