Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pist. Pist.
Pist. Ha, art thou bedlam? doest thou thirst, base Troian, to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web? Hence; I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke.
Flu. Flu.
Flu. I peseech you heartily, scuruie lowsie Knaue, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eate, looke you, this Leeke; because, looke you, you doe not loue it, nor your affections, and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it, I would desire you to eate it.
Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.
Flu. There is one Goat for you.
Flu. Strikes him.
Flu. Will you be so good, scauld Knaue, as eate it?
Pist. Base Troian, thou shalt dye.
Flu. You say very true, scauld Knaue, when Gods will is: I will desire you to liue in the meane time, and eate your Victuals: come, there is sawce for it. You call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier, but I will make
Flu. you
Flu. The Life of Henry the Fift.
Flu. you to day a squire of low degree. I pray you fall too, if you can mocke a Leeke, you can eate a Leeke.
Gour. Gour.
Gour. Enough Captaine, you haue astonisht him.