Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. mee.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon'd man,
Cel. If he for gold will giue vs any foode,
Cel. I faint almost to death.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Holla; you Clowne.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Peace foole, he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Who cals?
Clo. Your betters Sir.
Cor. Else are they very wretched.
Cor. As you like it.
Ros. Peace I say; good euen to your friend.
Cor. And to you gentle Sir, and to you all.