Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. As Wit turn'd foole, follie in Wisedome hatch'd:
Qu. Hath wisedoms warrant, and the helpe of Schoole,
Qu. And Wits owne grace to grace a learned Foole?
Ros. Ros.
Ros. The bloud of youth burns not with such excesse,
Ros. As grauities reuolt to wantons be.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Follie in Fooles beares not so strong a note,
Mar. As fool'ry in the Wise, when Wit doth dote:
Mar. Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
Mar. To proue by Wit, worth in simplicitie.
Mar. Enter Boyet.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Heere comes Boyet, and mirth in his face.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. O I am stab'd with laughter, Wher's her Grace?
Qu. Thy newes Boyet?
Boy. Prepare Madame, prepare.