Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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This. I kisse the wals hole, not your lips at all.
Pir. Pir.
Pir. Wilt thou at Ninnies tombe meete me straight
Pir. way?
This. This.
This. Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.
Wall. Wall.
Wall. Thus haue I Wall, my part discharged so;
Wall. And being done, thus Wall away doth go.
Wall. Exit Clow.
Du. Du.
Du. Now is the morall downe betweene the two
Du. Neighbors.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. No remedie my Lord, when Wals are so wil
Dem. full, to heare without vvarning.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. This is the silliest stuffe that ere I heard.
Du. The best in this kind are but shadowes, and the