Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ma. not open my lippes so wide as a brissle may enter, in way
Ma. of thy excuse: my Lady will hang thee for thy absence.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Let her hang me: hee that is well hang'de in this
Clo. world, needs to feare no colours.
Ma. Ma.
Ma. Make that good.
Clo. He shall see none to feare.
Ma. A good lenton answer: I can tell thee where yt
Ma. saying was borne, of I feare no colours.
Clo. Where good mistris Mary?
Ma. In the warrs, & that may you be bolde to say in
Ma. your foolerie.
Clo. Well, God giue them wisedome that haue it: &
Clo. those that are fooles, let them vse their talents.