Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. now, for putting the hand in the pocket, and extracting
Luc. clutch'd? What reply? Ha? What saist thou to this
Luc. Tune, Matter, and Method? Is't not drown'd i'th last
Luc. raine? Ha? What saist thou Trot? Is the world as it was
Luc. Man? Which is the vvay? Is it sad, and few words?
Luc. Or how? The tricke of it?
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Still thus, and thus: still vvorse?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. How doth my deere Morsell, thy Mistris? Pro
Luc. cures she still? Ha?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Troth sir, shee hath eaten vp all her beefe, and
Clo. she is her selfe in the tub.
Luc. Why 'tis good: It is the right of it: it must be
Luc. so. Euer your fresh Whore and your pouder'd Baud, an
Luc. vnshun'd consequence, it must be so. Art going to pri
Luc. son Pompey?