Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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M.Ford. M.Ford.
M.Ford. I ha told them ouer and ouer, they lacke no (direction.
M.Ford. E
M.Ford. Be
M.Ford. The Merry Wiues of Windsor.
M.Ford. Be gone, and come when you are call'd.
M.Page. M.Page.
M.Page. Here comes little Robin.
Mist.Ford. Mist.Ford.
Mist.Ford. How now my Eyas‑Musket, what newes (with you?
Rob. Rob.
Rob. My M. Sir Iohn is come in at your backe doore
Rob. (Mist. Ford, and requests your company.
M.Page. You litle Iack‑a‑lent, haue you bin true to vs
Rob. I, Ile be sworne: my Master knowes not of your
Rob. being heere: and hath threatned to put me into euerla
Rob. sting liberty, if I tell you of it: for he sweares he'll turne
Rob. me away.