Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ste. Funerall: well, here's my comfort.
Ste. Drinkes.
Ste. Sings.
Ste. The Master, the Swabber, the Boate‑swaine & I;
Ste. The Gunner, and his Mate
Ste. Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie,
Ste. But none of vs car'd for Kate.
Ste. For she had a tongue with a tang,
Ste. Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
Ste. She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch,
Ste. Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.
Ste. Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.
Ste. This is a scuruy tune too:
Ste. But here's my comfort.
Ste. drinks.
Cal. Cal.
Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.
Ste. Ste.
Ste. What's the matter?
Ste. Haue we diuels here?