Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. dish) to be throwne into the Thames, and
Fal. coold, glowing‑hot, in that serge like a Horse
Fal. shoo; thinke of that; hissing hot: thinke of that (Master
Fal. Broome.)
Ford. Ford.
Ford. In good sadnesse Sir, I am sorry, that for my sake
Ford. you haue sufferd all this.
Ford. My suite then is desperate: You'll vndertake her no
Ford. more?
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Master Broome: I will be throwne into Etna,
Fal. as I haue beene into Thames, ere I will leaue her thus;
Fal. her Husband is this morning gone a Birding: I
Fal. haue receiued from her another ambassie of mee
Fal. ting: 'twixt eight and nine is the houre (Master
Ford. 'Tis past eight already Sir.
Fal. Is it? I will then addresse mee to my appoint