Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. Her.
Her. Puppet? why so? I, that way goes the game.
Her. Now I perceiue that she hath made compare
Her. Betweene our statures, she hath vrg'd her height,
Her. And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her. Her height (forsooth) she hath preuail'd with him.
Her. And are you growne so high in his esteeme,
Her. Because I am so dwarfish, and so low?
Her. How low am I, thou painted May‑pole? Speake,
Her. How low am I? I am not yet so low,
Her. But that my nailes can reach vnto thine eyes.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. I pray you though you mocke me, gentlemen,
Hel. Let her not hurt me; I was neuer curst:
Hel. I haue no gift at all in shrewishnesse;
Hel. I am a right maide for my cowardize;
Hel. Let her not strike me: you perhaps may thinke,
Hel. Because she is something lower then my selfe,
Hel. That I can match her.