Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bian. Bian.
Bian. Mistrust it not, for sure Æacides
Bian. Was Aiax cald so from his grandfather.
Hort. Hort.
Hort. I must beleeue my master, else I promise you,
Hort. I should be arguing still vpon that doubt,
Hort. But let it rest, now Litio to you:
Hort. Good master take it not vnkindly pray
Hort. That I haue beene thus pleasant with you both.
Hort. You may go walk, and giue me leaue a while,
Hort. My Lessons make no musicke in three parts.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Are you so formall sir, well I must waite
Luc. And watch withall, for but I be deceiu'd,
Luc. Our fine Musitian groweth amorous.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
Hor. To learne the order of my fingering,
Hor. I must begin with rudiments of Art,