Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dro. That staies but till her Owner comes aboord,
Dro. And then sir she beares away. Our fraughtage sir,
Dro. I haue conuei'd aboord, and I haue bought
Dro. The Oyle, the Balsamum, and Aqua‑vitæ.
Dro. The ship is in her trim, the merrie winde
Dro. Blowes faire from land: they stay for nought at all,
Dro. But for their Owner, Master, and your selfe.
An. An.
An. How now? a Madman? Why thou peeuish sheep
An. What ship of Epidamium staies for me.
S. Dro. S. Dro.
S. Dro. A ship you sent me too, to hier waftage.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Thou drunken slaue, I sent thee for a rope,
Ant. And told thee to what purpose, and what end.
S. Dro. You sent me for a ropes end as soone,
S. Dro. You sent me to the Bay sir, for a Barke.
Ant. I will debate this matter at more leisure