Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Volum. Volum.
Volum. Looke, here's a Letter from him, the State hath
Volum. another, his Wife another, and (I thinke) there's one at
Volum. home for you.
Menen. Menen.
Menen. I will make my very house reele to night:
Menen. A Letter for me?
Virgil. Virgil.
Virgil. Yes certaine, there's a Letter for you, I saw't.
Menen. A Letter for me? it giues me an Estate of se
Menen. uen yeeres health; in which time, I will make a Lippe at
Menen. the Physician: The most soueraigne Prescription in Galen,
Menen. is but Emperickqutique; and to this Preseruatiue, of no
Menen. better report then a Horse‑drench. Is he not wounded?
Menen. he was wont to come home wounded?
Virgil. Oh no, no, no.
Volum. Oh, he is wounded, I thanke the Gods for't.