Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ies. His words were farewell mistris, nothing else.
Shy. Shy.
Shy. The patch is kinde enough, but a huge feeder:
Shy. Snaile‑slow in profit, but he sleepes by day
Shy. More then the wilde‑cat: drones hiue not with me,
Shy. Therefore I part with him, and part with him
Shy. To one that I would haue him helpe to waste
Shy. His borrowed purse. Well Iessica goe in,
Shy. Perhaps I will returne immediately;
Shy. Doe as I bid you, shut dores after you, fast binde, fast
Shy. finde,
Shy. A prouerbe neuer stale in thriftie minde.
Shy. Exit.
Ies. Ies.
Ies. Farewell, and if my fortune be not crost,
Ies. I haue a Father, you a daughter lost.
Ies. Exit.
Ies. [Act 2, Scene 6]
Ies. Enter the Maskers, Gratiano and Salino.
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