Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. If it please me, (Madam?) what then?
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Why if it please you, take it for your labour;
Sil. And so good‑morrow Seruant.
Sil. Exit. Sil.
Speed. Speed.
Speed. Oh Iest vnseene: inscrutible: inuisible,
Speed. As a nose on a mans face, or a Weathercocke on a steeple:
Speed. My master sues to her: and she hath taught her Sutor,
Speed. He being her Pupill, to become her Tutor.
Speed. Oh excellent deuise, was there euer heard a better?
Speed. That my master being scribe,
Speed. To himselfe should write the Letter?
Val. Val.
Val. How now Sir?
Val. What are you reasoning with your selfe?
Speed. Nay: I was riming: 'tis you yt that haue the reason.
Val. To doe what?