Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tra. For so your father charg'd me at our parting:
Tra. Be seruiceable to my sonne (quoth he)
Tra. Although I thinke 'twas in another sense,
Tra. I am content to bee Lucentio,
Tra. Because so well I loue Lucentio.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Tranio be so, because Lucentio loues,
Luc. And let me be a slaue, t'atchieue that maide,
Luc. Whose sodaine sight hath thral'd my wounded eye.
Luc. Enter Biondello.
Luc. Heere comes the rogue. Sirra, where haue you bin?
Bion. Bion.
Bion. Where haue I beene? Nay how now, where
Bion. are you? Maister, ha's my fellow Tranio stolne your
Bion. cloathes, or you stolne his, or both? Pray what's the
Bion. newes?
Luc. Sirra come hither, 'tis no time to iest,
Luc. And therefore frame your manners to the time
Luc. Your fellow Tranio heere to saue my life,