Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. Cel.
Cel. Prethee, who is't that thou means't?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. One that old Fredericke your Father loues.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. My Fathers loue is enough to honor him enough;
Ros. speake no more of him, you'l be whipt for taxation one
Ros. of these daies.
Clo. The more pittie that fooles may not speak wise
Clo. ly, what Wisemen do foolishly.
Cel. By my troth thou saiest true: For, since the little
Cel. wit that fooles haue was silenced, the little foolerie that
Cel. wise men haue makes a great shew; Heere comes Mon
Cel. sieur the Beu.
Cel. Enter le Beau.
Ros. With his mouth full of newes.