Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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,
Luc. Puts my apparrell, and my count'nance on,
Luc. And I for my escape haue put on his:
Luc. For in a quarrell since I came a shore,
Luc. I kil'd a man, and feare I was descried:
Luc. Waite you on him, I charge you, as becomes:
Luc. While I make way from hence to saue my life:
Luc. You vnderstand me?
Bion. Bion.
Bion. I sir, ne're a whit.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. And not a iot of Tranio in your mouth,
Luc. Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Bion. The better for him, would I were so too.
Tra. Tra.
Tra. So could I 'faith boy, to haue the next wish af
Tra. ter, that Lucentio indeede had Baptistas yongest daugh