Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. Fal.
Fal. Trust me, a likely Fellow. Come, pricke me Bul
Fal. calfe till he roare againe.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Oh, good my Lord Captaine.
Fal. What? do'st thou roare before th'art prickt.
Bul. Oh sir, I am a diseased man.
Fal. What disease hast thou?
Bul. A whorson cold sir, a cough sir, which I caught
Bul. with Ringing in the Kings affayres, vpon his Coronation
Bul. day, sir.
Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the Warres in a Gowne:
Fal. we will haue away thy Cold, and I will take such order,
Fal. that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is heere all?
Shal. Shal.