Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past; and yet it is not:
Cres. I will not keepe my word.
Dio. Dio.
Dio. Why then farewell,
Dio. Thou neuer shalt mocke Diomed againe.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. You shall not goe: one cannot speake a word,
Cres. But it strait starts you.
Dio. I doe not like this fooling.
Ther. Ther.
Ther. Nor I by Pluto; but that that likes not me, plea
Ther. ses me best.
Dio. What shall I come? the houre.
Cres. I, come: O Ioue! doe, come: I shall be plagu'd.
Dio. Farewell till then.
Dio. Exit.