Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mist.Page. I thinke you haue kill'd the poore woman.
Mist.Ford. Mist.Ford.
Mist.Ford. Nay he will do it, 'tis a goodly credite
Mist.Ford. for you.
Ford. Ford.
Ford. Hang her witch.
Eua. Eua.
Eua. By yea, and no, I thinke the o'man is a witch in
Eua. deede: I like not when a o'man has a great peard; I spie
Eua. a great peard vnder his muffler.
Ford. Will you follow Gentlemen, I beseech you fol
Ford. low: see but the issue of my iealousie: If I cry out thus
Ford. vpon no traile, neuer trust me when I open againe.
Page. Page.
Page. Let's obey his humour a little further:
Page. Come Gentlemen.
Mist.Page. Mist.Page.
Mist.Page. Trust me he beate him most pittifully.