Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ege. And tragicall my noble Lord it is: for Piramus
Ege. Therein doth kill himselfe. Which when I saw
Ege. Rehearst, I must confesse, made mine eyes water:
Ege. But more merrie teares, the passion of loud laughter
Ege. Neuer shed.
Thes. Thes.
Thes. What are they that do play it?
Ege. Ege.
Ege. Hard handed men, that worke in Athens heere,
Ege. Which neuer labour'd in their mindes till now;
Ege. And now haue toyled their vnHere the corner of the page is torn away, obscuring the second part of the last three lines of the column.
Ege. With this same play, against
Ege. e will he
Ege. A Midsommer nights Dreame.
Phi. Phi.
Phi. No my noble Lord, it is not for you. I haue heard
Phi. It ouer, and it is nothing, nothing in the world;
Phi. Vnlesse you can finde sport in their intents,
Phi. Extreamely stretcht, and cond with cruell paine,
Phi. To doe you seruice.