Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Why then your Ladiship must cut your haire.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. No girle, Ile knit it vp in silken strings,
Iul. With twentie od‑conceited true‑loue knots:
Iul. To be fantastique, may become a youth
Iul. Of greater time then I shall shew to be.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. What fashion (Madam) shall I make your bree(ches?
Iul. That fits as well, as tell me (good my Lord)
Iul. What compasse will you weare your Farthingale?
Iul. Why eu'n what fashion thou best likes (Lucetta.)
Luc. You must needs haue thēthem with a cod‑peece (Ma(dam)
Iul. Out, out, (Lucetta) that wilbe illfauourd.
Luc. A round hose (Madam) now's not worth a pin
Luc. Vnlesse you haue a cod‑peece to stick pins on.