Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bard. My Lord, doe you see these Meteors? doe you
Bard. behold these Exhalations?
Prin. Prin.
Prin. I doe.
Bard. Bard.
Bard. What thinke you they portend?
Prin. Hot Liuers, and cold Purses.
Bard. Choler, my Lord, if rightly taken.
Prin. No, if rightly taken, Halter.
Prin. Enter Falstaffe.
Prin. Heere comes leane Iacke, heere comes bare‑bone. How
Prin. now my sweet Creature of Bombast, how long is't agoe,
Prin. Iacke, since thou saw'st thine owne Knee?
Falst. Falst.
Falst. My owne Knee? When I was about thy yeeres
Falst. (Hal) I was not an Eagles Talent in the Waste, I could
Falst. haue crept into any Aldermans Thumbe‑Ring: a plague