Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cap. He shall be endur'd.
Cap. What goodman boy, I say he shall, go too,
Cap. Am I the Maister here or you? go too,
Cap. Youle not endure him, God shall mend my soule,
Cap. Youle make a Mutinie among the Guests:
Cap. You will set cocke a hoope, youle be the man.
Tib. Tib.
Tib. Why Vncle, 'tis a shame.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. Go too, go too,
Cap. You are a sawcy Boy, 'ist so indeed?
Cap. This tricke may chance to scath you, I know what,
Cap. You must contrary me, marry 'tis time.
Cap. Well said my hearts, you are a Princox, goe,
Cap. Be quiet, or more light, more light for shame,
Cap. Ile make you quiet. What, chearely my hearts.
Tib. Patience perforce, with wilfull choler meeting,
Tib. Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting:
Tib. I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall