Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. King.
King. Faire sir, God saue you. Wher's the Princesse?
Boy. Boy.
Boy. Gone to her Tent.
Boy. Please it your Maiestie command me any seruice to her?
King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.
Boy. I will, and so will she, I know my Lord.
Boy. Exit.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. This fellow pickes vp wit as Pigeons pease,
Ber. And vtters it againe, when Ioue doth please.
Ber. He is Wits Pedler, and retailes his Wares,
Ber. At Wakes, and Wassels, Meetings, Markets, Faires.
Ber. And we that sell by grosse, the Lord doth know,
Ber. Haue not the grace to grace it with such show.
Ber. This Gallant pins the Wenches on his sleeue.
Ber. Had he bin Adam, he had tempted Eue.
Ber. He can carue too, and lispe: Why this is he,