Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. What fashion (Madam) shall I make your bree(ches?
Iul. Iul.
Iul. That fits as well, as tell me (good my Lord)
Iul. What compasse will you weare your Farthingale?
Iul. Why eu'n what fashion thou best likes (Lucetta.)
Luc. Luc.
Luc. You must needs haue thēthem with a cod‑peece (Ma(dam)
Iul. Out, out, (Lucetta) that wilbe illfauourd.
Luc. A round hose (Madam) now's not worth a pin
Luc. Vnlesse you haue a cod‑peece to stick pins on.
Iul. Lucetta, as thou lou'st me let me haue
Iul. What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly.
Iul. But tell me (wench) how will the world repute me
Iul. For vndertaking s? vnstaid a iourney?
Iul. I feare me it will make me scandaliz'd.
Luc. If you thinke so, then stay at home, and go not.