Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hort. And when in Musicke we haue spent an houre,
Hort. Your Lecture shall haue leisure for as much.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Preposterous Asse that neuer read so farre,
Luc. To know the cause why musicke was ordain'd:
Luc. Was it not to refresh the minde of man
Luc. After his studies, or his vsuall paine?
Luc. Then giue me leaue to read Philosophy,
Luc. And while I pause, serue in your harmony.
Hort. Hort.
Hort. Sirra, I will not beare these braues of thine.
Bianc. Bianc.
Bianc. Why gentlemen, you doe me double wrong,
Bianc. To striue for that which resteth in my choice:
Bianc. I am no breeching scholler in the schooles,
Bianc. Ile not be tied to howres, nor pointed times,
Bianc. But learne my Lessons as I please my selfe,
Bianc. And to cut off all strife: heere sit we downe,
Bianc. Take you your instrument, play you the whiles,
Bianc. His Lecture will be done ere you haue tun'd.