Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Int. You are vndone Captaine all but your scarfe,
Int. that has a knot on't yet.
Par. Par.
Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot?
Inter. Inter.
Inter. If you could finde out a Countrie where but
Inter. women were that had receiued so much shame, you
Inter. might begin an impudent Nation. Fare yee well sir, I
Inter. am for France too, we shall speake of you there.
Inter. Exit
Par. Yet am I thankfull: if my heart were great
Par. 'Twould burst at this: Captaine Ile be no more,
Par. But I will eate, and drinke, and sleepe as soft
Par. As Captaine shall. Simply the thing I am
Par. Shall make me liue: who knowes himselfe a braggart
Par. Let him feare this; for it will come to passe,
Par. That euery braggart shall be found an Asse.
Par. Rust sword, coole blushes, and Parrolles liue
Par. Safest in shame: being fool'd, by fool'rie thriue;