Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. There will come a Christian by,
Clo. Will be worth a Iewes eye.
Shy. Shy.
Shy. What saies that foole of Hagars off‑spring?
Shy. ha.
Ies. Ies.
Ies. His words were farewell mistris, nothing else.
Shy. The patch is kinde enough, but a huge feeder:
Shy. Snaile‑slow in profit, but he sleepes by day
Shy. More then the wilde‑cat: drones hiue not with me,
Shy. Therefore I part with him, and part with him
Shy. To one that I would haue him helpe to waste
Shy. His borrowed purse. Well Iessica goe in,
Shy. Perhaps I will returne immediately;
Shy. Doe as I bid you, shut dores after you, fast binde, fast
Shy. finde,
Shy. A prouerbe neuer stale in thriftie minde.
Shy. Exit.