Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pis. Alacke no remedy) to the greedy touch
Pis. Of common‑kissing Titan: and forget
Pis. Your laboursome and dainty Trimmes, wherein
Pis. You made great Iuno angry.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Nay be breefe?
Imo. I see into thy end, and am almost
Imo. A man already.
Pis. Pis.
Pis. First, make your selfe but like one,
Pis. Fore‑thinking this. I haue already fit
Pis. ('Tis in my Cloake‑bagge) Doublet, Hat, Hose, all
Pis. That answer to them: Would you in their seruing,
Pis. (And with what imitation you can borrow
Pis. From youth of such a season) 'fore Noble Lucius
Pis. Present your selfe, desire his seruice: tell him
Pis. Wherein you're happy; which will make him know,
Pis. If that his head haue eare in Musicke, doubtlesse
Pis. With ioy he will imbrace you: for hee's Honourable,
Pis. And doubling that, most holy. Your meanes abroad: