Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Poet. Poet.
Poet. I haue not seene you long, how goes
Poet. the World?
Pain. Pain.
Pain. It weares sir, as it growes.
Poet. I that's well knowne:
Poet. But what particular Rarity? What strange,
Poet. Which manifold record not matches: see
Poet. Magicke of Bounty, all these spirits thy power
Poet. Hath coniur'd to attend.
Poet. I know the Merchant.
Pain. I know them both: th'others a Ieweller.
Mer. Mer.
Mer. O 'tis a worthy Lord.
Iew. Iew.
Iew. Nay that's most fixt.
Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were,