Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Shep. hinde‑doore worke: they were warmer that got this,
Shep. then the poore Thing is heere. Ile take it vp for pity, yet
Shep. Ile tarry till my sonne come: he hallow’d but euen now.
Shep. Whoa‑ho‑hoa.
Shep. can
Shep. The Winters Tale.
Shep. Enter Clowne.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Hilloa, loa.
Shep. Shep.
Shep. What? art so neere? If thou’lt see a thing to
Shep. talke on, when thou art dead and rotten, come hither:
Shep. what ayl’st thou, man?
Clo. I haue seene two such sights, by Sea & by Land:
Clo. but I am not to say it is a Sea, for it is now the skie, be‑twixt
Clo. the Firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkins
Clo. point.
Shep. Why boy, how is it?