Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wife. Thou'dst neuer Feare the Net, nor Lime,
Wife. The Pitfall, nor the Gin.
Son. Son.
Son. Why should I Mother?
Son. Poore Birds they are not set for:
Son. My Father is not dead for all your saying.
Wife. Wife.
Wife. Yes, he is dead:
Wife. How wilt thou do for a Father?
Son. Nay how will you do for a Husband?
Wife. Why I can buy me twenty at any Market.
Son. Then you'l by 'em to sell againe.
Wife. Thou speak'st withall thy wit,
Wife. And yet I'faith with wit enough for thee.
Son. Was my Father a Traitor, Mother?