Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ser. Ser.
Ser. Marrie sir, 'tis an ill Cooke that cannot licke his
Ser. owne fingers: therefore he that cannot licke his fingers
Ser. goes not with me.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. Go be gone, we shall be much vnfurnisht for this
Cap. time: what is my Daughter gone to Frier Lawrence?
Nur. Nur.
Nur. I forsooth.
Cap. Well he may chance to do some good on her,
Cap. A peeuish selfe‑wild harlotry it is.
Cap. Enter Iuliet.
Nur. See where she comes from shrift
Nur. With merrie looke.
Cap. How now my headstrong,
Cap. Where haue you bin gadding?
Iul. Iul.