Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mal. Mal.
Mal. 'Tis but Fortune, all is fortune. Maria once
Mal. told me she did affect me, and I haue heard her self come
Mal. thus neere, that should shee fancie, it should bee one of
Mal. my complection. Besides she vses me with a more ex
Mal. alted respect, then any one else that followes her. What
Mal. should I thinke on't?
To. To.
To. Heere's an ouer‑weening rogue.
Fa. Fa.
Fa. Oh peace: Contemplation makes a rare Turkey
Fa. Cocke of him, how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes.
And. And.
And. Slight I could so beate the Rogue.
To. Peace I say.
Mal. To be Count Maluolio.
To. Ah Rogue.