Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Luc.
Luc. My Lord, she may be a Puncke: for many of
Luc. them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
Duk. to prattle for himselfe.
Luc. Well my Lord.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. My Lord, I doe confesse I nere was married,
Mar. And I confesse besides, I am no Maid,
Mar. I haue known my husband, yet my husband
Mar. Knowes not, that euer he knew me.
Luc. He was drunk then, my Lord, it can be no better.
Duk. For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so to.
Luc. Well, my Lord.