Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Boy. Marrie sir, you must send the Asse vpon the Horse
Boy. for he is verie slow gated: but I goe.
Brag. Brag.
Brag. The way is but short, away.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. As swift as Lead sir.
Brag. Thy meaning prettie ingenious, is not Lead a
Brag. mettall heauie, dull, and slow?
Boy. Minnime honest Master, or rather Master no.
Brag. I say Lead is slow.
Boy. You are too swift sir to say so.
Boy. Is that Lead slow which is fir'd from a Gunne?
Brag. Sweete smoke of Rhetorike,
Brag. He reputes me a Cannon, and the Bullet that's he:
Brag. I shoote thee at the Swaine.