Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vin. I Mistris Bride, hath that awakened you?
Bian. Bian.
Bian. I, but not frighted me, therefore Ile sleepe a
Bian. gaine.
Petr. Petr.
Petr. Nay that you shall not since you haue begun:
Petr. Haue at you for a better iest or too.
Bian. Am I your Bird, I meane to shift my bush,
Bian. And then pursue me as you draw your Bow.
Bian. You are welcome all.
Bian. Exit Bianca.
Petr. She hath preuented me, here signior Tranio,
Petr. This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not,
Petr. Therefore a health to all that shot and mist.
Tri. Tri.
Tri. Oh sir, Lucentio slipt me like his Gray‑hound,
Tri. Which runs himselfe, and catches for his Master.