Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. A rascally Slaue, I will tosse the Rogue in a Blan
Fal. ket.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. Doe, if thou dar'st for thy heart: if thou doo'st,
Dol. Ile canuas thee betweene a paire of Sheetes.
Dol. Enter Musique.
Page. Page.
Page. The Musique is come, Sir.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Let them play: play Sirs. Sit on my Knee, Dol.
Fal. A Rascall, bragging Slaue: the Rogue fled from me like
Fal. Quick‑siluer.
Dol. And thou followd'st him like a Church: thou
Dol. whorson little tydie Bartholmew Bore‑pigge, when wilt
Dol. thou leaue fighting on dayes, and foyning on nights, and
Dol. begin to patch vp thine old Body for Heauen?
Dol. Enter the Prince and Poines disguis'd.
Fal. Peace (good Dol) doe not speake like a Deaths‑