Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prin. hot Wench in Flame‑coloured Taffata; I see no reason
Prin. why thou shouldest bee so superfluous, to demaund the
Prin. time of the day.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Indeed you come neere me now Hal, for we that
Fal. take Purses, go by the Moone and seuen Starres, and not
Fal. by Phoebus hee, that wand'ring Knight so faire. And I
Fal. prythee sweet Wagge, when thou art King, as God saue
Fal. thy Grace, Maiesty I should say, for Grace thou wilte
Fal. haue none.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. What, none?
Fal. No, not so much as will serue to be Prologue to
Fal. an Egge and Butter.
Prin. Well, how then? Come, roundly, roundly.
Fal. Marry, then, sweet Wagge, when thou art King,
Fal. let not vs that are Squires of the Nights bodie, bee call'd