Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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To. Shall this fellow liue?
Fa. Fa.
Fa. Though our silence be drawne from vs with cars,
Fa. yet peace.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. I extend my hand to him thus: quenching my
Mal. familiar smile with an austere regard of controll.
To. To.
To. And do's not Toby take you a blow o'the lippes,
To. then?
Mal. Saying, Cosine Toby, my Fortunes hauing cast
Mal. me on your Neece, giue me this prerogatiue of speech.
To. What, what?
Mal. You must amend your drunkennesse.
To. Out scab.
Fab. Fab.