Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Men. Men.
Men. Sir, I shall tell you with a kinde of Smile,
Men. Which ne're came from the Lungs, but euen thus:
Men. For looke you I may make the belly Smile,
Men. As well as speake, it taintingly replyed
Men. To'th'discontented Members, the mutinous parts
Men. That enuied his receite: euen so most fitly,
Men. As you maligne our Senators, for that
Men. They are not such as you.
2. Cit. 2. Cit.
2. Cit. Your Bellies answer: What
2. Cit. The Kingly crown'd head, the vigilant eye,
2. Cit. The Counsailor Heart, the Arme our Souldier,
2. Cit. Our Steed the Legge, the Tongue our Trumpeter,
2. Cit. With other Muniments and petty helps
2. Cit. In this our Fabricke, if that they⸺
Men. What then? Fore me, this Fellow speakes.
Men. What then? What then?