Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fab. Carry his water to th'wise woman.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Marry and it shall be done to morrow morning
Mar. if I liue. My Lady would not loose him for more then ile
Mar. say.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. How now mistris?
Mar. Oh Lord.
To. To.
To. Prethee hold thy peace, this is not the way: Doe
To. you not see you moue him? Let me alone with him.
Fa. Fa.
Fa. No way but gentlenesse, gently, gently: the Fiend
Fa. is rough, and will not be roughly vs'd.
To. Why how now my bawcock? how dost yu chuck?
Mal. Sir.