Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. You may not denie it, Pompey hath made the
Du. challenge.
Brag. Brag.
Brag. Sweet bloods, I both may, and will.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. What reason haue you for't?
Brag. The naked truth of it is, I haue no shirt,
Brag. I go woolward for penance.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. True, and it was inioyned him in Rome for want
Boy. of Linnen: since when, Ile be sworne he wore none, but
Boy. a dishclout of Iaquenettas, and that hee weares next his
Boy. heart for a fauour.
Boy. Enter a Messenger, Monsieur Marcade.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. God saue you Madame.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Welcome Marcade, but that thou interruptest
Qu. our merriment.