Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ser. hath danc’d before the King: and not the worst of the
Ser. three, but iumpes twelue foote and a halfe by th’squire.
Shep. Shep.
Shep. Leaue your prating, since these good men are
Shep. pleas’d, let them come in: but quickly now.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. Why, they stay at doore Sir.
Ser. Heere a Dance of twelue Satyres
Pol. Pol.
Pol. O Father, you’l know more of that heereafter:
Pol. Is it not too farre gone? 'Tis time to part them,
Pol. He’s simple, and tels much. How now (faire shepheard)
Pol. Your heart is full of something, that do’s take
Pol. Your minde from feasting. Sooth, when I was yong,
Pol. And handed loue, as you do; I was wont
Pol. To load my Shee with knackes: I would haue ransackt
Pol. The Pedlers silken Treasury, and haue powr’d it
Pol. To her acceptance: you haue let him go,
Pol. And nothing marted with him. If your Lasse
Pol. Interpretation should abuse, and call this