Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vio. Alas, I tooke great paines to studie it, and 'tis
Vio. Poeticall.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. It is the more like to be feigned, I pray you keep
Ol. it in. I heard you were sawcy at my gates, & allowd your
Ol. approach rather to wonder at you, then to heare you. If
Ol. you be not mad, be gone: if you haue reason, be breefe:
Ol. 'tis not that time of Moone with me, to make one in so
Ol. skipping a dialogue.
Ma. Ma.
Ma. Will you hoyst sayle sir, here lies your way.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. No good swabber, I am to hull here a little lon
Vio. ger. Some mollification for your Giant, sweete Ladie;
Vio. tell me your minde, I am a messenger.
Ol. Sure you haue some hiddeous matter to deliuer,
Ol. when the curtesie of it is so fearefull. Speake your office.
Vio. It alone concernes your eare: I bring no ouer