Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should
Ste. Take a displeasure against you: Looke you.
Trin. Trin.
Trin. Thou wert but a lost Monster.
Cal. Cal.
Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil,
Cal. Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too
Cal. Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly,
Cal. All's husht as midnight yet.
Trin. I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole.
Ste. Ste.
Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that
Ste. Monster, but an infinite losse.
Tr. Tr.
Tr. That's more to me then my wetting:
Tr. Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle,
Ste. Though I be o're eares for my labour.