Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iaq. Thus we may see (quoth he) how the world wagges:
Iaq. 'Tis but an houre agoe, since it was nine,
Iaq. And after one houre more, 'twill be eleuen,
Iaq. And so from houre to houre, we ripe, and ripe,
Iaq. And then from houre to houre, we rot, and rot,
Iaq. And thereby hangs a tale. When I did heare
Iaq. The motley Foole, thus morall on the time,
Iaq. My Lungs began to crow like Chanticleere,
Iaq. That Fooles should be so deepe contemplatiue:
Iaq. And I did laugh, sans intermission
Iaq. An houre by his diall. Oh noble foole,
Iaq. A worthy foole: Motley's the onely weare.
Du. Sen. Du. Sen.
Du. Sen. What foole is this?
Iaq. Iaq.
Iaq. O worthie Foole: One that hath bin a Courtier
Iaq. And sayes, if Ladies be but yong, and faire,
Iaq. They haue the gift to know it: and in his braine,
Iaq. Which is as drie as the remainder bisket
Iaq. After a voyage: He hath strange places cram'd