Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Port. You did nothing Sir.
Man. Man.
Man. I am not Sampson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand,
Man. To mow 'em downe before me: but if I spar'd any
Man. That had a head to hit, either young or old,
Man. He or shee, Cuckold or Cuckold‑maker:
Man. Let me ne're hope to see a Chine againe,
Man. And that I would not for a Cow, God saue her.
Man. Within.
Man. Do you heare M. Master Porter?
Port. Port.
Port. I shall be with you presently, good M. Master Puppy,
Port. Keepe the dore close Sirha.
Man. What would you haue me doe?
Por. Por.
Por. What should you doe,
Por. But knock 'em downe by th'dozens? Is this More fields
Por. to muster in? Or haue wee some strange Indian with the
Por. great Toole, come to Court, the women so besiege vs?