Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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And. Heere comes sir Toby halting, you shall heare more: but if
And. he had not beene in drinke, hee would haue tickel'd you
And. other gates then he did.
Du. Du.
Du. How now Gentleman? how ist with you?
To. To.
To. That's all one, has hurt me, and there's th'end on't:
To. Sot, didst see Dicke Surgeon, sot?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. O he's drunke sir Toby an houre agone: his eyes
Clo. were set at eight i'th morning.
To. Then he's a Rogue, and a passy measures panyn: I
To. hate a drunken rogue.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. Away with him? Who hath made this hauocke
Ol. with them?
And. And.
And. Ile helpe you sir Toby, because we'll be drest to
And. gether.