Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Seb. Seb.
Seb. Go too, go too, thou art a foolish fellow,
Seb. Let me be cleere of thee.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Well held out yfaith: No, I do not know you,
Clo. nor I am not sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come
Clo. speake with her: nor your name is not Master Cesario,
Clo. nor this is not my nose neyther: Nothing that is so, is so.
Seb. I prethee vent thy folly some‑where else, thou
Seb. know'st not me.
Clo. Vent my folly: He has heard that word of some
Clo. great man, and now applyes it to a foole. Vent my fol
Clo. ly: I am affraid this great lubber the World will proue a
Clo. Cockney: I prethee now vngird thy strangenes, and tell
Clo. me what I shall vent to my Lady? Shall I vent to hir that
Clo. thou art comming?
Seb. I prethee foolish greeke depart from me, there's