Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Ant.
Ant. 'Twas you vve laugh'd at.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
Gon. to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still
Ant. What a blow vvas there giuen?
Seb. Seb.
Seb. And it had not falne flat‑long.
Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would
Gon. lift the Moone out of her spheare, if she would continue
Gon. in it fiue weekes vvithout changing.
Gon. Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke.
Seb. We vvould so, and then go a Bat‑fowling
Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry.
Gon. No I warrant you, I vvill not aduenture my