Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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S. Dro. There is a fat friend at your masters house,
S. Dro. That kitchin'd me for you to day at dinner:
S. Dro. She now shall be my sister, not my wife,
E. D. E. D.
E. D. Me thinks you are my glasse, & not my brother:
E. D. I see by you, I am a sweet‑fac'd youth,
E. D. Will you walke in to see their gossipping?
S. Dro. S. Dro.
S. Dro. Not I sir, you are my elder.
E. Dro. E. Dro.
E. Dro. That's a question, how shall we trie it.
S. Dro. Wee'l draw Cuts for the Signior, till then,
S. Dro. lead thou first.
E. Dro. Nay then thus:
E. Dro. We came into the world like brother and brother:
E. Dro. And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
E. Dro. Exeunt.
E. Dro. FINIS.