Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Simpc. O borne so, Master.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. What, and would'st climbe a Tree?
Simpc. Simpc.
Simpc. But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
Wife. Wife.
Wife. Too true, and bought his climbing very deare.
Glost. 'Masse, thou lou'dst Plummes well, that would'st
Glost. venture so.
Simpc. Alas, good Master, my Wife desired some
Simpc. Damsons, and made me climbe, with danger of my
Simpc. Life.
Glost. A subtill Knaue, but yet it shall not serue:
Glost. Let me see thine Eyes; winck now, now open them,
Glost. In my opinion, yet thou seest not well.
Simpc. Yes Master, cleare as day, I thanke God and