Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. Of thee, which sayes thus: Doe my Lord of Canterbury
Kin. A shrewd turne, and hee's your friend for euer:
Kin. Come Lords, we trifle time away: I long
Kin. To haue this young one made a Christian.
Kin. As I haue made ye one Lords, one remaine:
Kin. So I grow stronger, you more Honour gaine.
Kin. Exeunt.
Kin. Scena Tertia.
Kin. [Act 5, Scene 4]
Kin. Noyse and Tumult within: Enter Porter and
Kin. his man.
Port. Port.
Port. You'l leaue your noyse anon ye Rascals: doe
Port. you take the Court for Parish Garden: ye rude Slaues,
Port. leaue your gaping:
Port. Within.
Port. Good M. Master Porter I belong to th'Larder.
Port. Belong to th'Gallowes, and be hang'd ye Rogue:
Port. Is this a place to roare in? Fetch me a dozen Crab‑tree