Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Boy. The Boy reply'd, An Angell is not euill:
Boy. I should haue fear'd her, had she beene a deuill.
Boy. With that all laugh'd, and clap'd him on the shoulder,
Boy. Making the bold wagg by their praises bolder.
Boy. One rub'd his elboe thus, and fleer'd, and swore,
Boy. A better speech was neuer spoke before.
Boy. Another with his finger and his thumb,
Boy. Cry'd via, we will doo't, come what will come.
Boy. The third he caper'd and cried, All goes well.
Boy. The fourth turn'd on the toe, and downe he fell:
Boy. With that they all did tumble on the ground,
Boy. With such a zelous laughter so profound,
Boy. That in this spleene ridiculous appeares,
Boy. To checke their folly passions solemne teares.
Quee. Quee.
Quee. But what, but what, come they to visit vs?
Boy. Boy.
Boy. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,
Boy. Like Muscouites; or Russians, as I gesse.
Boy. Their purpose is to parlee, to court, and dance,