Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bard. You must away to Court, Sir, presently,
Bard. A dozen Captaines stay at doore for you.
Falst. Falst.
Falst. Pay the Musitians, Sirrha: farewell Hostesse,
Falst. farewell Dol. You see (my good Wenches) how men of
Falst. Merit are sought after: the vndeseruer may sleepe, when
Falst. the man of Action is call'd on. Farewell good Wenches:
Falst. if I be not sent away poste, I will see you againe, ere I
Falst. goe.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. I cannot speake: if my heart bee not readie
Dol. to burst‑‑‑ Well (sweete Iacke) haue a care of thy
Dol. selfe.
Falst. Farewell, farewell.
Falst. Exit.
Host. Host.
Host. Well, fare thee well: I haue knowne thee
Host. these twentie nine yeeres, come Pescod‑time: but an
Host. honester, and truer‑hearted man‑‑‑‑ Well, fare thee