Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1. with your Bowle.
2. 2.
2. If his wit had bin like him that broke it: it would
2. haue run all out.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. When a Gentleman is dispos'd to sweare: it is
Clot. not for any standers by to curtall his oathes. Ha?
2. No my Lord; nor crop the eares of them.
Clot. Whorson dog: I gaue him satisfaction? would
Clot. he had bin one of my Ranke.
2. To haue smell'd like a Foole.
Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in th'earth: a
Clot. pox on't. I had rather not be so Noble as I am: they dare
Clot. not fight with me, because of the Queene my Mo
Clot. ther: euery Iacke‑Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting,
Clot. and I must go vp and downe like a Cock, that no body