Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Boy. Boy.
Boy. Why that contempt will kill the keepers heart,
Boy. And quite diuorce his memory from his part.
Quee. Quee.
Quee. Therefore I doe it, and I make no doubt,
Quee. The rest will ere come in, if he be out.
Quee. Theres no such sport, as sport by sport orethrowne:
Quee. To make theirs ours, and ours none but our owne.
Quee. So shall we stay mocking entended game,
Quee. And they well mockt, depart away with shame. Sound.
Quee. Sound
Boy. The Trompet sounds, be maskt, the maskers
Boy. come.
Boy. Enter Black moores with musicke, the Boy with a speech,
Boy. and the rest of the Lords disguised.
Page. Page.
Page. All haile, the richest Beauties on the earth.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Beauties no richer then rich Taffata.