Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. Fal.
Fal. Not a penny: I haue beene content (Sir,) you
Fal. should lay my countenance to pawne: I haue grated vp
Fal. on my good friends for three Repreeues for you, and
Fal. your Coach‑fellow Nim; or else you had look'd through
Fal. the grate, like a Geminy of Baboones: I am damn'd in
Fal. hell, for swearing to Gentlemen my friends, you were
Fal. good Souldiers, and tall‑fellowes. And when Mistresse
Fal. Briget lost the handle of her Fan, I took't vpon mine ho
Fal. nour thou hadst it not.
Pist. Pist.
Pist. Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteene
Pist. pence?
Fal. Reason, you roague, reason: thinkst thou Ile en
Fal. danger my soule, gratis? at a word, hang no more about
Fal. mee, I am no gibbet for you: goe, a short knife, and a
Fal. throng, to your Mannor of Pickt‑hatch: goe, you'll not
Fal. beare a Letter for mee you roague? you stand vpon your
Fal. honor: why, (thou vnconfinable basenesse) it is as much