Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mam. Mam.
Mam. No, Ile none of you.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Why (my sweet Lord?)
Mam. You’le kisse me hard, and speake to me, as if
Mam. I were a Baby still. I loue you better.
2. Lady. 2. Lady.
2. Lady. And why so (my Lord?)
Mam. Not for because
Mam. Your Browes are blacker (yet black‑browes they say
Mam. Become some Women best, so that there be not
Mam. Too much haire there, but in a Cemicircle,
Mam. Or a halfe‑Moone, made with a Pen.)
2. Lady. Who taught 'this?
Mam. I learn’d it out of Womens faces: pray now,
Mam. What colour are your eye‑browes?