Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ape. yet he's but a filthy peece of worke.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. Y'are a Dogge.
Ape. Ape.
Ape. Thy Mothers of my generation: what's she, if I
Ape. be a Dogge?
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Wilt dine with me Apemantus?
Ape. No: I eate not Lords.
Tim. And thou should'st, thoud'st anger Ladies.
Ape. O they eate Lords;
Ape. So they come by great bellies.
Tim. That's a lasciuious apprehension.
Ape. So, thou apprehend'st it,
Ape. Take it for thy labour.