Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. feelingly personated. I can write very like my Ladie
Mar. your Neece, on a forgotten matter wee can hardly make
Mar. distinction of our hands.
To. To.
To. Excellent, I smell a deuice.
An. An.
An. I hau't in my nose too.
To. He shall thinke by the Letters that thou wilt drop
To. that
To. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
To. that they come from my Neece, and that shee's in loue
To. with him.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour.
An. And your horse now would make him an Asse.
Mar. Asse, I doubt not.