Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. a shin?
Pag. Pag.
Pag. I will tell you sencibly.
Clow. Clow.
Clow. Thou hast no feeling of it Moth,
Clow. I will speake that Lenuoy.
Clow. I Costard running out, that was safely within,
Clow. Fell ouer the threshold, and broke my shin.
Arm. Arm.
Arm. We will talke no more of this matter.
Clow. Till there be more matter in the shin.
Arm. Sirra Costard, I will infranchise thee.
Clow. O, marrie me to one Francis, I smell some Len
Clow. uoy, some Goose in this.
Arm. By my sweete soule, I meane, setting thee at li
Arm. bertie. Enfreedoming thy person: thou wert emured,