Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Host. (I warrant you) is as red as any Rose: But you haue
Host. drunke too much Canaries, and that's a maruellous sear
Host. ching Wine; and it perfumes the blood, ere wee can say
Host. what's this. How doe you now?
Dol. Dol.
Dol. Better then I was: Hem.
Host. Host.
Host. Why that was well said: A good heart's worth
Host. Gold. Looke, here comes Sir Iohn.
Host. Enter Falstaffe.
Falst. Falst.
Falst. When Arthur first in Court‑‑(emptie the Iordan)
Falst. and was a worthy King: How now Mistris Dol?
Host. Sick of a Calme: yea, good‑sooth.
Falst. So is all her Sect: if they be once in a Calme,
Falst. they are sick.
Dol. You muddie Rascall, is that all the comfort you