Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. Tongue, and braine not: either both, or nothing
Post. Or senselesse speaking, or a speaking such
Post. As sense cannot vntye. Be what it is,
Post. The Action of my life is like it, which Ile keepe
Post. If but for simpathy.
Post. Enter Gaoler.
Gao. Gao.
Gao. Come Sir, are you ready for death?
Post. Post.
Post. Ouer‑roasted rather: ready long ago.
Gao. Hanging is the word, Sir, if you bee readie for
Gao. that, you are well Cook'd.
Post. So if I proue a good repast to the Spectators, the
Post. dish payes the shot.
Gao. A heauy reckoning for you Sir: But the comfort
Gao. is you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more
Gao. Tauerne Bils, which are often the sadnesse of parting, as