Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. you not?
Fro. Fro.
Fro. I haue so, because it is an open roome, and good for winter.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Why very well then: I hope here be truthes.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. This will last out a night in Russia
Ang. When nights are longest there: Ile take my leaue,
Ang. And leaue you to the hearing of the cause;
Ang. Hoping youle finde good cause to whip them all.
Ang. Exit.
Esc. Esc.
Esc. I thinke no lesse: good morrow to your Lord
Esc. ship. Now Sir, come on: What was done to Elbowes
Esc. wife, once more?
Clo. Once Sir? there was nothing done to her once.
Elb. Elb.
Elb. I beseech you Sir, aske him what this man did to
Elb. my wife.