Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Porter. Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
Porter. the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason
Porter. enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Hea
Porter. uen: oh come in, Equiuocator. Knock. Knock,
Porter. Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English
Porter. Taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French Hose:
Porter. Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose. Knock.
Porter. Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this
Porter. place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill‑Porter it no further:
Porter. I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
Porter. goe the Primrose way to th'euerlasting Bonfire. Knock.
Porter. Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.
Porter. Knock.
Porter. Knock
Porter. Enter Macduff, and Lenox.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed,