Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lady. Then be still.
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. Neyther, 'tis a Womans fault.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Now God helpe thee.
Hotsp. To the Welsh Ladies Bed.
Lady. What's that?
Hotsp. Peace, shee sings.
Hotsp. Heere the Lady sings a Welsh Song.
Hotsp. Come, Ile haue your Song too.
Lady. Not mine, in good sooth.
Hotsp. Not yours, in good sooth?
Hotsp. You sweare like a Comfit‑makers Wife:
Hotsp. Not you, in good sooth; and, as true as I liue;