Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. prize, a prize.
Pol. Enter Clowne.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Let me see, euery Leauen‑weather toddes, euery
Clo. tod yeeldes pound and odde shilling: fifteene hundred
Clo. shorne, what comes the wooll too?
Aut. Aut.
Aut. If the sprindge hold, the Cocke’s mine.
Clo. I cannot do’t without Compters. Let mee see,
Clo. what am I to buy for our Sheepe‑shearing‑Feast? Three
Clo. pound of Sugar, fiue pound of Currence, Rice: What
Clo. will this sister of mine do with Rice? But my father hath
Clo. made her Mistris of the Feast, and she layes it on. Shee
Clo. hath made‑me four and twenty Nose‑gayes for the shea
Clo. rers (three‑man song‑men, all, and very good ones) but
Clo. they are most of them Meanes and Bases; but one Puri
Clo. tan amongst them, and he sings Psalmes to horne‑pipes.
Clo. I must haue Saffron to colour the Warden Pies, Mace:
Clo. Dates, none: that’s out of my note: Nutmegges, seuen;