Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othe. Othe.
Othe. Pray you Chucke come hither.
Des. Des.
Des. What is your pleasure?
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Let me see your eyes: looke in my face.
Des. What horrible Fancie's this?
Othe. Some of your Function Mistris:
Othe. Leaue Procreants alone, and shut the doore:
Othe. Cough, or cry hem; if any body come:
Othe. Your Mystery, your Mystery: May dispatch.
Othe. Exit Æmi.
Des. Vpon my knee, what doth your speech import?
Des. I vnderstand a Fury in your words.
Othe. Why? What art thou?