Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Boy. And if my hand be out, then belike your hand
Boy. is in.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Then will shee get the vpshoot by cleauing the
Clo. is in pin .
Ma. Ma.
Ma. Come, come, you talke greasely, your lips grow
Ma. foule.
Clo. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir challenge her
Clo. to boule.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. I feare too much rubbing: good night my good
Boy. Oule.
Clo. By my soule a Swaine, a most simple Clowne.
Clo. Lord, Lord, how the Ladies and I haue put him downe.
Clo. O my troth most sweete iests, most inconie vulgar wit,
Clo. When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were,
Clo. so fit.