Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Port. staues, and strong ones; these are but switches to 'em:
Port. Ile scratch your heads; you must be seeing Christenings?
Port. Do you looke for Ale, and Cakes heere, you rude
Port. Raskalls?
Man. Man.
Man. Pray Sir be patient; 'tis as much impossible,
Man. Vnlesse wee sweepe 'em fom the dore with Cannons,
Man. To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleepe
Man. On May‑day Morning. which will neuer be:
Man. We may as well push against Powles as stirre 'em.
Por. Por.
Por. How got they in, and be hang'd?
Por. Man.
Por. The Life of King Henry the Eight.
Man. Alas I know not, how gets the Tide in?
Man. As much as one sound Cudgell of foure foote,
Man. (You see the poore remainder) could distribute,
Man. I made no spare Sir.
Port. Port.