Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prince. Prince.
Prince. By my troth a good song.
Balth. Balth.
Balth. And an ill singer, my Lord.
Prince. Ha, no, no faith, thou singst well enough for a
Prince. shift.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. And he had been a dog that should haue howld
Ben. thus, they would haue hang'd him, and I pray God his
Ben. bad voyce bode no mischiefe, I had as liefe haue heard
Ben. the night‑rauen, come what plague could haue come af
Ben. ter it.
Prince. Yea marry, dost thou heare Balthasar? I pray
Prince. thee get vs some excellent musick: for to morrow night
Prince. we would haue it at the Lady Heroes chamber window.
Balth. The best I can, my Lord.
Balth. Exit Balthasar.