Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Beg. Well, bring our Ladie hither to our sight,
Beg. And once againe a pot o'th smallest Ale.
Beg. S3
Beg. 2. Man
Beg. The Taming of the Shrew.
2. Man. 2. Man.
2. Man. Wilt please your mightinesse to wash your
2. Man. hands:
2. Man. Oh how we ioy to see your wit restor'd,
2. Man. Oh that once more you knew but what you are:
2. Man. These fifteene yeeres you haue bin in a dreame,
2. Man. Or when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept.
Beg. Beg.
Beg. These fifteene yeeres, by my fay, a goodly nap,
Beg. But did I neuer speake of all that time.
1. Man. 1. Man.
1. Man. Oh yes my Lord, but verie idle words,
1. Man. For though you lay heere in this goodlie chamber,
1. Man. Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of doore,
1. Man. And raile vpon the Hostesse of the house,