Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. Blesse me, what a fry of Fornication is at dore? On my
Por. Christian Conscience this one Christening will beget a
Por. thousand, here will bee Father, God‑father, and all to
Por. gether.
Man. Man.
Man. The Spoones will be the bigger Sir: There is
Man. a fellow somewhat neere the doore, he should be a Brasi
Man. er by his face, for o' my conscience twenty of the Dog
Man. dayes now reigne in's Nose; all that stand about him are
Man. vnder the Line, they need no other pennance: that Fire
Man. Drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times
Man. was his Nose discharged against mee; hee stands there
Man. like a Morter‑piece to blow vs. There was a Habberda
Man. shers Wife of small wit, neere him, that rail'd vpon me,
Man. till her pinck'd porrenger fell off her head, for kindling
Man. such a combustion in the State. I mist the Meteor once,
Man. and hit that Woman, who cryed out Clubbes, when I
Man. might see from farre, some forty Truncheoners draw to
Man. her succour, which were the hope o'th'Strond where she
Man. was quartered; they fell on, I made good my place; at