Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Card. I am beholding to you: cheere your neighbours:
Card. Ladies you are not merry; Gentlemen,
Card. Whose fault is this?
San. San.
San. The red wine first must rise
San. In their faire cheekes my Lord, then wee shall haue 'em,
San. Talke vs to silence.
An. B. An. B.
An. B. You are a merry Gamster
An. B. My Lord Sands.
San. Yes, if I make my play:
San. Heer's to your Ladiship, and pledge it Madam:
San. For tis to such a thing.
An. B. You cannot shew me.
An. B. Drum and Trumpet, Chambers dischargd.
San. I told your Grace, they would talke anon.
Card. Card.