Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Launce. oh, the dogge is me, and I am my selfe: I, so, so: now
Launce. come I to my Father; Father, your blessing: now
Launce. should not the shooe speake a word for weeping:
Launce. now should I kisse my Father; well, hee weepes on:
Launce. Now come I to my Mother: Oh that she could speake
Launce. now, like a would‑woman: well, I kisse her: why
Launce. there 'tis; heere's my mothers breath vp and downe:
Launce. Now come I to my sister; marke the moane she makes:
Launce. now the dogge all this while sheds not a teare: nor
Launce. speakes a word: but see how I lay the dust with my
Launce. teares.
Launce. sonne,
Launce. The two Gentlemen of Uerona.
Panth. Panth.
Panth. Launce, away, away: a Boord: thy Master is
Panth. ship'd, and thou art to post after with oares; what's the
Panth. matter? why weep'st thou man? away asse, you'l loose
Panth. the Tide, if you tarry any longer.
Laun. Laun.
Laun. It is no matter if the tide were lost, for it is the