Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. ashwensday was foure yeere in th'afternoone.
Clo. P
Clo. last,
Clo. The Merchant of Venice.
Shy. Shy.
Shy. What are heir maskes? heare you me Iessica,
Shy. Lock vp my doores, and when you heare the drum
Shy. And the vile squealing of the wry‑neckt Fife,
Shy. Clamber not you vp to the casements then,
Shy. Nor thrust your head into the publique streete
Shy. To gaze on Christian fooles with varnisht faces:
Shy. But stop my houses eares, I meane my casements,
Shy. Let not the sound of shallow fopperie enter
Shy. My sober house. By Iacobs staffe I sweare,
Shy. I haue no minde of feasting forth to night:
Shy. But I will goe: goe you before me sirra,
Shy. Say I will come.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. I will goe before sir,
Clo. Mistris looke out at window for all this;