Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qui. the way, I praise heauen for it.
Fen. Fen.
Fen. Shall I doe any good thinkst thou? shall I not
Fen. loose my suit?
Qui. Qui.
Qui. Troth Sir, all is in his hands aboue: but not
Qui. withstanding (Master Fenton) Ile be sworne on a booke
Qui. shee loues you: haue not your Worship a wart aboue
Qui. your eye?
Fen. Yes marry haue I, what of that?
Qui. Wel, thereby hangs a tale: good faith, it is such
Qui. another Nan; (but (I detest) an honest maid as euer
Qui. broke bread: wee had an howres talke of that wart; I
Qui. shall neuer laugh but in that maids company: but (in
Qui. deed) shee is giuen too much to Allicholy and musing:
Qui. but for you— well— goe too⸺
Fen. Well: I shall see her to day: hold, there's mo