Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mop. Mop.
Mop. He hath paid you all he promis’d you: 'May be
Mop. he has paid you more, which will shame you to giue him
Mop. againe.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? Will they
Clo. weare their plackets, where they should bear their faces?
Clo. Is there not milking‑time? When you are going to bed?
Clo. Or kill‑hole? To whistle of these secrets, but you must
Clo. be tittle‑tatling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are
Clo. whispring: clamor your tongues, and not a word more.
Mop. I haue done; Come you promis’d me a tawdry
Mop. lace, and a paire of sweet Gloues.
Clo. Haue I not told thee how I was cozen’d by the
Clo. way, and lost all my money.
Aut. Aut.
Aut. And indeed Sir, there are Cozeners abroad, ther
Aut. fore it behooues men to be wary.