Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clau. Clau.
Clau. I wish him ioy of her.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Why that's spoken like an honest Drouier, so
Ben. they sel Bullockes: but did you thinke the Prince wold
Ben. haue serued you thus?
Clau. I pray you leaue me.
Ben. Ho now you strike like the blindman, 'twas the
Ben. boy that stole your meate, and you'l beat the post.
Clau. If it will not be, Ile leaue you.
Clau. Exit.
Ben. Alas poore hurt fowle, now will he creepe into
Ben. sedges: But that my Ladie Beatrice should know me, &
Ben. not know me: the Princes foole! Hah? It may be I goe
Ben. vnder that title, because I am merrie: yea but so I am
Ben. apt to do my selfe wrong: I am not so reputed, it is the