Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qui. Qui.
Qui. By your leaue: I cry you mercy?
Qui. Giue your worship good morrow.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Take away these Challices:
Fal. Go, brew me a pottle of Sacke finely.
Bard. Bard.
Bard. With Egges, Sir?
Fal. Simple of it selfe: Ile no PulletߛSpersme in my
Fal. brewage. How now?
Qui. Marry Sir, I come to your worship from M. Ford.
Fal. Mist. Ford? I haue had Ford enough: I was thrown
Fal. into the Ford; I haue my belly full of Ford.
Qui. Alas the day, (good‑heart) that was not her
Qui. fault: she do's so take on with her men; they mistooke
Qui. their erection.