Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. Giue me your neafe, Mounsieur Mustardseed.
Clo. Pray you leaue your courtesie good Mounsieur.
Mus. Mus.
Mus. What's your will?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Nothing good Mounsieur, but to help Caualery
Clo. Cobweb to scratch. I must to the Barbers Mounsieur, for
Clo. me‑thinkes I am maruellous hairy about the face. And I
Clo. am such a tender asse, if my haire do but tickle me, I must
Clo. scratch.
Tita. Tita.
Tita. What, wilt thou heare some musicke, my sweet
Tita. loue.
Clow. Clow.
Clow. I haue a reasonable good eare in musicke. Let
Clow. vs haue the tongs and the bones.
Clow. Musicke Tongs, Rurall Musicke.
Tita. Or say sweete Loue, what thou desirest to eat.
Clowne. Clowne.