Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. Ber.
Ber. Our woing doth not end like an old Play:
Ber. Iacke hath not Gill: these Ladies courtesie
Ber. Might wel haue made our sport a Comedie.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Come sir, it wants a tweluemonth and a day,
Kin. And then 'twil end.
Ber. That's too long for a play.
Ber. Enter Braggart.
Brag. Brag.
Brag. Sweet Maiesty vouchsafe me.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Was not that Hector?
Dum. Dum.
Dum. The worthie Knight of Troy.
Brag. I wil kisse thy royal finger, and take leaue.
Brag. I am a Votarie, I haue vow'd to Iaquenetta to holde the
Brag. Plough for her sweet loue three yeares. But most estee