Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gre. No, sayst me so, friend? What Countreyman?
Petr. Petr.
Petr. Borne in Verona, old Butonios sonne:
Petr. My father dead, my fortune liues for me,
Petr. And I do hope, good dayes and long, to see.
Gre. Gre.
Gre. Oh sir, such a life with such a wife, were strange:
Gre. But if you haue a stomacke, too't a Gods name,
Gre. You shal haue me assisting you in all.
Gre. But will you woo this Wilde‑cat?
Petr. Will I liue?
Gru. Gru.
Gru. Wil he woo her? I: or Ile hang her.
Petr. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Petr. Thinke you, a little dinne can daunt mine eares?
Petr. Haue I not in my time heard Lions rore?
Petr. Haue I not heard the sea, puft vp with windes,
Petr. Rage like an angry Boare, chafed with sweat?