Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. By my troth thou saiest true: For, since the little
Cel. wit that fooles haue was silenced, the little foolerie that
Cel. wise men haue makes a great shew; Heere comes Mon
Cel. sieur the Beu.
Cel. Enter le Beau.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. With his mouth full of newes.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Which he vvill put on vs, as Pigeons feed their
Cel. young.
Ros. Then shal we be newes‑cram'd.
Cel. All the better: we shalbe the more Marketable.
Cel. Boon‑iour Monsieur le Beu, what's the newes?
Le Beu. Le Beu.
Le Beu. Faire Princesse,
Le Beu. you haue lost much good sport.
Cel. Sport: of what colour?