Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. Or kill‑hole? To whistle of these secrets, but you must
Clo. be tittle‑tatling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are
Clo. whispring: clamor your tongues, and not a word more.
Mop. Mop.
Mop. I haue done; Come you promis’d me a tawdry
Mop. lace, and a paire of sweet Gloues.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Haue I not told thee how I was cozen’d by the
Clo. way, and lost all my money.
Aut. Aut.
Aut. And indeed Sir, there are Cozeners abroad, ther
Aut. fore it behooues men to be wary.
Clo. Feare not thou man, thou shalt lose nothing here
Aut. I hope so sir, for I haue about me many parcels
Aut. of charge.
Clo. What hast heere? Ballads?