Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. Val.
Val. Your selfe (sweet Lady) for you gaue the fire,
Val. Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladiships lookes,
Val. And spends what he borrowes kindly in your company.
Thu. Thu.
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall
Thu. make your wit bankrupt.
Val. I know it well sir: you haue an Exchequer of (words,
Val. And, I thinke, no other treasure to giue your followers:
Val. For it appears by their bare Liueries
Val. That they liue by your bare words.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more:
Sil. Here comes my father.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. Now, daughter Siluia, you are hard beset.
Duk. Sir Valentine, your father is in good health,
Duk. What say you to a Letter from your friends
Duk. Of much good newes?