Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Host. this a bloody day to some body. But I would the Fruite
Host. of her Wombe might miscarry.
Officer. Officer.
Officer. If it do, you shall haue a dozen of Cushions
Officer. againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you
Officer. both go with me: for the man is dead, that you and Pi
Officer. stoll beate among you.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. Ile tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censor; I
Dol. will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this, you blew‑
Dol. Bottel'd Rogue: you filthy famish'd Correctioner, if you
Dol. be not swing'd, Ile forsweare halfe Kittles.
Off. Off.
Off. Come, come, you shee‑Knight‑arrant, come.
Host. Host.
Host. O, that right should thus o'recome might. Wel
Host. of sufferance, comes ease.
Dol. Come you Rogue, come:
Dol. Bring me to a Iustice.