Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bar. Bar.
Bar. Well, my good Lord: he heard of your Graces
Bar. comming to Towne. There's a Letter for you.
Poin. Poin.
Poin. Deliuer'd with good respect: And how doth the
Poin. Martlemas, your Master?
Bard. Bard.
Bard. In bodily health Sir.
Poin. Marry, the immortal part needes a Physitian:
Poin. but that moues not him: though that bee sicke, it dyes
Poin. not.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with
Prince. me, as my dogge: and he holds his place, for looke you
Prince. he writes.
Poin. Letter.
Poin. Iohn Falstaffe Knight: (Euery man must
Poin. know that, as oft as hee hath occasion to name himselfe:)