Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qui. That's my master, M. Doctor.
An. An.
An. Alas I had rather be set quick i'th earth,
An. And bowl'd to death with Turnips.
Mist.Page. Mist.Page.
Mist.Page. Come, trouble not your selfe good M.
Mist.Page. Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy:
Mist.Page. My daughter will I question how she loues you,
Mist.Page. And as I finde her, so am I affected:
Mist.Page. Till then, farewell Sir, she must needs go in,
Mist.Page. Her father will be angry.
Fen. Fen.
Fen. Farewell gentle Mistris: farewell Nan.
Qui. Qui.
Qui. This is my doing now: Nay, saide I, will you
Qui. cast away your childe on a Foole, and a Physitian:
Qui. Looke on M. Fenton, this is my doing.
Fen. I thanke thee: and I pray thee once to night,
Fen. Giue my sweet Nan this Ring: there's for thy paines.