Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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L. Ch. As farre as I see, all the good our English
L. Ch. Haue got by the late Voyage, is but meerely
L. Ch. A fit or two o'th'face, (but they are shrewd ones)
L. Ch. For when they hold 'em, you would sweare directly
L. Ch. Their very noses had been Councellours
L. Ch. To Pepin or Clotharius, they keepe State so.
L. San. L. San.
L. San. They haue all new legs,
L. San. And lame ones; one would take it,
L. San. That neuer see 'em pace before, the Spauen
L. San. A Spring‑halt rain'd among 'em.
L. Ch. L. Ch.
L. Ch. Death my Lord,
L. Ch. Their cloathes are after such a Pagan cut too't,
L. Ch. That sure th'haue worne out Cistendome: how now?
L. Ch. What newes, Sir Thomas Louell?
L. Ch. Enter Sir Thomas Louell.
Louell. Louell.
Louell. Faith my Lord,
Louell. I heare of none but the new Proclamation,