Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Long. That Cullambine.
Brag. Brag.
Brag. Sweet Lord Longauill reine thy tongue.
Lon. Lon.
Lon. I must rather giue it the reine: for it runnes a
Lon. gains Hector.
Dum. Dum.
Dum. I, and Hector's a Grey‑hound.
Brag. The sweet War‑man is dead and rotten,
Brag. Sweet chuckes, beat not the bones of the buried:
Brag. But I will forward with my deuice;
Brag. Sweete Royaltie bestow on me the sence of hearing.
Brag. Berowne steppes forth.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Speake braue Hector, we are much delighted.
Brag. I do adore thy sweet Graces slipper.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. Loues her by the foot.