Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. King.
King. Farewell madde Wenches, you haue simple
King. wits.
King. Exeunt.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Twentie adieus my frozen Muscouits.
Qu. Are these the breed of wits so wondred at?
Boyet. Boyet.
Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweete breathes
Boyet. puft out.
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. Wel‑liking wits they haue, grosse, grosse, fat, fat.
Qu. O pouertie in wit, Kingly poore flout.
Qu. Will they not (thinke you) hang themselues to night?
Qu. Or euer but in vizards shew their faces:
Qu. This pert Berowne was out of count'nance quite.
Rosa. They were all in lamentable cases.
Rosa. The King was weeping ripe for a good word.