Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cres. Gardian? why Greeke ?
Dio. Dio.
Dio. Fo, fo, adew, you palter.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. In faith I doe not: come hither once againe.
VIis. VIis.
VIis. You shake my Lord at something; will you goe?
VIis. you will breake out.
Troy. Troy.
Troy. She stroakes his cheeke.
Vlis. Vlis.
Vlis. Come, come,
Troy. Nay stay, by Ioue I will not speake a word.
Troy. There is betweene my will, and all offences,
Troy. A guard of patience; stay a little while.
Ther. Ther.
Ther. How the diuell Luxury with his fat rumpe and
Ther. potato finger, tickles these together; frye lechery, frye.