Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brag. A merrie note,
Brag. While greasie Ione doth keele the pot.
Brag. When all aloud the winde doth blow,
Brag. And coffing drownes the Parsons saw:
Brag. And birds sit brooding in the snow,
Brag. And Marrians nose lookes red and raw:
Brag. When roasted Crabs hisse in the bowle,
Brag. Then nightly sings the staring Owle,
Brag. Tu‑whit to who:
Brag. Brag.
Brag. The Words of Mercurie,
Brag. Are harsh after the songs of Apollo:
Brag. You that way; we this way.
Brag. Exeunt omnes.
Brag. FINIS.