Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aut. conscience take it.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. Vnbuckle, vnbuckle.
Cam. Fortunate Mistresse (let my prophecie
Cam. Come home to ye:) you must retire your selfe
Cam. Into some Couert; take your sweet‑hearts Hat
Cam. And pluck it ore your Browes, muffle your face,
Cam. Dis‑mantle you, and (as you can) disliken
Cam. The truth of your owne seeming, that you may
Cam. (For I doe feare eyes ouer) to Ship‑boord
Cam. Get vndescry’d.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. I see the Play so lyes,
Perd. That I must beare a part.
Cam. No remedie:
Cam. Haue you done there?
Flo. Flo.
Flo. Should I now meet my Father,
Flo. He would not call me Sonne.