Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. of his Foole?
Ste. Ste.
Ste. I Madam.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. By day and night, he wrongs me, euery howre
Gon. He flashes into one grosse crime, or other,
Gon. That sets vs all at ods: Ile not endure it;
Gon. His Knights grow riotous, and himselfe vpbraides vs
Gon. On euery trifle. When he returnes from hunting,
Gon. I will not speake with him, say I am sicke,
Gon. If you come slacke of former seruices,
Gon. You shall do well, the fault of it Ile answer.
Ste. He's comming Madam, I heare him.
Gon. Put on what weary negligence you please,
Gon. You and your Fellowes: I'de haue it come to question;
Gon. If he distaste it, let him to my Sister,
Gon. Whose mind and mine I know in that are one,
Gon. Remember what I haue said.