Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Seb. money for thee, if you tarry longer, I shall giue worse
Seb. paiment.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. By my troth thou hast an open hand: these Wise‑
Clo. men that giue fooles money, get themselues a good re
Clo. port, after foureteene yeares purchase.
Clo. Enter Andrew, Toby, and Fabian.
And. And.
And. Now sir, haue I met you again: ther's for you.
Seb. Seb.
Seb. Why there's for thee, and there, and there,
Seb. Are all the people mad?
To. To.
To. Hold sir, or Ile throw your dagger ore the house.
Clo. This will I tell my Lady straight, I would not be
Clo. in some of your coats for two pence.
To. Come on sir, hold.
An. An.