Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Shal. Shal.
Shal. You'l cracke a quart together? Ha, will you not
Shal. M. Bardolfe?
Bar. Bar.
Bar. Yes Sir, in a pottle pot.
Shal. I thanke thee: the knaue will sticke by thee, I
Shal. can assure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred.
Bar. And Ile sticke by him, sir.
Shal. Why there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry.
Shal. Looke, who's at doore there, ho: who knockes?
Fal Fal
Fal Why now you haue done me right.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't
Sil. not so?
Fal. Fal.
Fal. 'Tis so.