Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dol. Nay truely, I kisse thee with a most constant heart.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. I am olde, I am olde.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. I loue thee better, then I loue ere a scuruie young
Dol. Boy of them all.
Fal. What stuffe with thou haue a Kirtle of? I shall
Fal. receiue Money on Thursday: thou shalt haue a Cappe
Fal. to morrow. A merrie Song, come: it growes late,
Fal. wee will to Bed. Thou wilt forget me, when I am
Fal. gone.
Dol. Thou wilt set me a weeping, if thou say'st so:
Dol. proue that euer I dresse my selfe handsome, till thy re
Dol. turne: well, hearken the end.
Fal. Some Sack, Francis.
Prin. Poin. Prin. Poin.
Prin. Poin. Anon, anon, Sir.