Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Talb. I am indeede.
Count. Count.
Count. Then haue I substance too.
Talb. Talb.
Talb. No, no, I am but shadow of my selfe:
Talb. You are deceiu'd, my substance is not here;
Talb. For what you see, is but the smallest part,
Talb. And least proportion of Humanitie:
Talb. I tell you Madame, were the whole Frame here,
Talb. It is of such a spacious loftie pitch,
Talb. Your Roofe were not sufficient to contayn't.
Count. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce,
Count. He will be here, and yet he is not here:
Count. How can these contrarieties agree?
Talb. That will I shew you presently.
Talb. Winds his Horne, Drummes strike vp, a Peale
Talb. of Ordenance: Enter Souldiors.
Talb. How say you Madame? are you now perswaded,