Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prince. Prince.
Prince. Very true, Sir: and I come to draw you out
Prince. by the Eares.
Host. Host.
Host. Oh, the Lord preserue thy good Grace: Wel
Host. come to London. Now Heauen blesse that sweete Face
Host. of thine: what, are you come from Wales?
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Thou whorson mad Compound of Maiestie: by
Fal. this light flesh, and corrupt Blood, thou art welcome.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. How? you fat Foole, I scorne you.
Poin. Poin.
Poin. My Lord, hee will driue you out ef your re
Poin. uenge, and turne all to a merryment, if you take not the
Poin. heat.
Prince. You whorson Candle‑myne you, how vildly
Prince. did you speake of me euen now, before this honest, ver
Prince. tuous, ciuill Gentlewoman?