Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Flo. My prettiest Perdita.
Flo. But O, the Thornes we stand vpon: (Camillo)
Flo. Preseruer of my Father, now of me,
Flo. The Medicine of our House: how shall we doe?
Flo. We are not furnish’d like Bohemia's Sonne,
Flo. Nor shall appeare in Sicilia.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. My Lord,
Cam. Feare none of this: I thinke you know my fortunes
Cam. Doe all lye there: it shall be so my care,
Cam. To haue you royally appointed, as if
Cam. The Scene you play, were mine. For instance Sir,
Cam. That you may know you shall not want: one word.
Cam. Enter Autolicus.
Aut. Aut.
Aut. Ha, ha, what a Foole Honestie is? and Trust (his
Aut. sworne brother) a very simple Gentleman. I haue sold
Aut. all my Tromperie: not a counterfeit Stone, not a Ribbon,
Aut. Glasse, Pomander, Browch, Table‑booke, Ballad, Knife,
Aut. Tape, Gloue, Shooe‑tye, Bracelet, Horne‑Ring, to keepe