Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. And when good will is shewed,
Cleo. Though't come to short
Cleo. The Actor may pleade pardon. Ile none now,
Cleo. Giue me mine Angle, weele to'th'Riuer there
Cleo. My Musicke playing farre off. I will betray
Cleo. Tawny fine fishes, my bended hooke shall pierce
Cleo. Their slimy iawes: and as I draw them vp,
Cleo. Ile thinke them euery one an Anthony,
Cleo. And say, ah ha; y'are caught.
Char. Char.
Char. 'Twas merry when you wager'd on your Ang
Char. ling, when your diuer did hang a salt fish on his hooke
Char. which he with feruencie drew vp.
Cleo. That time? Oh times:
Cleo. I laught him out of patience: and that night
Cleo. I laught him into patience, and next morne,
Cleo. Ere the ninth houre, I drunke him to his bed:
Cleo. Then put my Tires and Mantles on him, whilst