Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Shal. Why there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry.
Shal. Looke, who's at doore there, ho: who knockes?
Fal Fal
Fal Why now you haue done me right.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't
Sil. not so?
Fal. Fal.
Fal. 'Tis so.
Sil. Is't so? Why then say an old man can do somwhat.
Dau. Dau.
Dau. If it please your Worshippe, there's one Pistoll
Dau. come from the Court with newes.
Fal. From the Court? Let him come in.
Fal. Enter Pistoll.
Fal. How now Pistoll?
Pist. Pist.
Pist. Sir Iohn, 'saue you sir.