Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. Clo.
Clo. His eyes do shew his dayes are almost done.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. Is't euen so?
To. To.
To. But I will neuer dye.
Clo. Sir Toby there you lye.
Mal. This is much credit to you.
To. Shall I bid him go.
Clo. What and if you do?
To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not?
Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
To. Out o' tune sir, ye lye: Art any more then a Stew