Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. I writ at randome, very doubtfully.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?
Val. Val.
Val. No (Madam) so it steed you, I will write
Val. (Please you command) a thousand times as much:
Val. And yet⸺
Sil. A pretty period: well: I ghesse the sequell;
Sil. And yet I will not name it: and yet I care not.
Sil. And yet, take this againe: and yet I thanke you:
Sil. Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
Speed. Speed.
Speed. And yet you will: and yet, another yet.
Val. What meanes your Ladiship?
Val. Doe you not like it?
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very queintly writ,
Sil. But (since vnwillingly) take them againe.