Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clowne. God forbid I should be so bold, to presse to heauen in my
Clowne. young dayes. Why I am going with my pigeons to the
Clowne. Tribunall Plebs, to take vp a matter of brawle, betwixt
Clowne. my Vncle, and one of the Emperialls men.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Why sir, that is as fit as can be to serue for your
Mar. Oration, and let him deliuer the Pigions to the Emperour
Mar. from you.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Tell mee, can you deliuer an Oration to the Em
Tit. perour with a Grace?
Clowne. Clowne.
Clowne. Nay truely sir, I could neuer say grace in all
Clowne. my life.
Tit. Sirrah come hither, make no more adoe,
Tit. But giue your Pigeons to the Emperour,
Tit. By me thou shalt haue Iustice at his hands.
Tit. Hold, hold, meane while her's money for thy charges.
Tit. Giue me pen and inke.