Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. To fright me with your Sprights: you’re powrefull at it.
Her. Aa3
Her. Mam. There
Her. The Winters Tale.
Mam. Mam.
Mam. There was a man.
Her. Her.
Her. Nay, come sit downe: then on.
Mam. Dwelt by a Church‑yard: I will tell it softly,
Mam. Yond Crickets shall not heare it.
Her. Come on then, and giu’t me in mine eare.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. Was hee met there? his Traine? Camillo with
Leon. him?
Lord. Lord.
Lord. Behind the tuft of Pines I met them, neuer
Lord. Saw I men scowre so on their way: I eyed them
Lord. Euen to their Ships.