Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pan. Your eyes halfe out, weepe out at Pandar's fall:
Pan. Or if you cannot weepe, yet giue some grones;
Pan. Though not for me yet for your aking bones:
Pan. Brethren and sisters of the hold‑dore trade,
Pan. Some two months hence, my will shall here be made:
Pan. It should be now, but that my feare is this;
Pan. Some galled Goose of Winchester would hisse:
Pan. Till then, Ile sweate, and seeke about for eases;
Pan. And at that time bequeath yon my diseases.
Pan. Exeunt.
Pan. ¶¶¶
Pan. FINIS.