Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. And thou should'st, thoud'st anger Ladies.
Ape. Ape.
Ape. O they eate Lords;
Ape. So they come by great bellies.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. That's a lasciuious apprehension.
Ape. So, thou apprehend'st it,
Ape. Take it for thy labour.
Tim. How dost thou like this Iewell, Apemantus?
Ape. Not so well as plain‑dealing, which wil not cast
Ape. a man a Doit.
Tim. What dost thou thinke 'tis worth?
Ape. Not worth my thinking.
Ape. How now Poet?
Poet. Poet.