Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. need to care for her frowning, now thou art an O without
Foole. a figure, I am better then thou art now, I am a Foole,
Foole. thou art nothing. Yes forsooth I will hold my tongue, so
Foole. your face bids me, though you say nothing.
Foole. Mum, mum, he that keepes nor crust, nor crum,
Foole. Weary of all, shall want some. That's a sheal'd Pescod.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Not only Sir this, your all‐lycenc'd Foole,
Gon. But other of your insolent retinue
Gon. Do hourely Carpe and Quarrell, breaking forth
Gon. In ranke, and (not to be endur'd) riots Sir.
Gon. I had thought by making this well knowne vnto you,
Gon. To haue found a safe redresse, but now grow fearefull
Gon. By what your selfe too late haue spoke and done,
Gon. That you protect this course, and put it on
Gon. By your allowance, which if you should, the fault
Gon. Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleepe,
Gon. Which in the tender of a wholesome weale,
Gon. Mighty in their working do you that offence,
Gon. Which else were shame, that then necessitie