Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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San. I would I were,
San. They should finde easie pennance.
Lou. Lou.
Lou. Faith how easie?
San. San.
San. As easie as a downe bed would affoord it.
Cham. Cham.
Cham. Sweet Ladies will it please you sit; Sir Harry
Cham. Place you that side, Ile take the charge of this:
Cham. His Grace is entring. Nay, you must not freeze,
Cham. Two women plac'd together, makes cold weather:
Cham. My Lord Sands, you are one will keepe 'em waking:
Cham. Pray sit betweene these Ladies.
San. By my faith,
San. And thanke your Lordship: by your leaue sweet Ladies,
San. If I chance to talke a little wilde, forgiue me:
San. I had it from my Father.
An. Bul. An. Bul.
An. Bul. Was he mad Sir?