Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Boy. Boy.
Boy. And that's great maruell, louing a light wench.
Brag. Brag.
Brag. I say sing.
Boy. Forbeare till this company be past.
Boy. Enter Clowne, Constable, and Wench.
Const. Const.
Const. Sir, the Dukes pleasure, is that you keepe Co
Const. stard safe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no
Const. penance, but hee must fast three daies a weeke: for this
Const. Damsell, I must keepe her at the Parke, shee is alowd for
Const. the Day‐woman. Fare you well
Const. Exit.
Brag. I do betray my selfe with blushing: Maide.
Maid. Maid.
Maid. Man.
Brag. I wil visit thee at the Lodge.