Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pist. Pist.
Pist. Quiet thy Cudgell, thou dost see I eate.
Flu. Flu.
Flu. Much good do you scald knaue, heartily. Nay, pray you throw none away, the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe; when you take occasions to see Leekes heereafter, I pray you mocke at 'em, that is all.
Pist. Good.
Flu. I, Leekes is good: hold you, there is a groat to heale your pate.
Pist. Me a groat?
Flu. Yes verily, and in truth you shall take it, or I haue another Leeke in my pocket, which you shall eate.
Pist. I take thy groat in earnest of reuenge.
Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in Cud- gels, you shall be a Woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels: God bu'y you, and keepe you, & heale your pate.
Flu. Exit
Pist. All hell shall stirre for this.
Gow. Gow.