Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Grati. And do a wilfull stilnesse entertaine,
Grati. With purpose to be drest in an opinion
Grati. Of wisedome, grauity, profound conceit,
Grati. As who should say, I am sir an Oracle,
Grati. And when I ope my lips, let no dogge barke.
Grati. O my Anthonio, I do know of these
Grati. That therefore onely are reputed wise,
Grati. For saying nothing; when I am verie sure
Grati. If they should speake, would almost dam those eares
Grati. Which hearing them would call their brothers fooles:
Grati. Ile tell thee more of this another time.
Grati. But fish not with this melancholly baite
Grati. For this foole Gudgin, this opinion:
Grati. Come good Lorenzo, faryewell a while,
Grati. Ile end my exhortation after dinner.
Lor. Lor.
Lor. Well, we will leaue you then till dinner time.
Lor. I must be one of these same dumbe wise men,
Lor. For Gratiano neuer let's me speake.
Gra. Gra.