Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. I heare the King, my Father, is sore sicke.
Iohn. Our Newes shall goe before vs, to his Maiestie,
Iohn. Which (Cousin) you shall beare, to comfort him:
Iohn. And wee with sober speede will follow you.
Falst. Falst.
Falst. My Lord, I beseech you, giue me leaue to goe
Falst. through Gloucestershire: and when you come to Court,
Falst. stand my good Lord, 'pray, in your good report.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Fare you well, Falstaffe: I, in my condition,
Iohn. Shall better speake of you, then you deserue.
Iohn. Exit.
Falst. I would you had but the wit: 'twere better
Falst. then your Dukedome. Good faith, this same young so
Falst. ber‑blooded Boy doth nor loue me, nor a man cannot
Falst. make him laugh: but that's no maruaile, hee drinkes no
Falst. Wine. There's neuer any of these demure Boyes come
Falst. to any proofe: for thinne Drinke doth so ouer‑coole
Falst. their blood, and making many Fish‑Meales, that they