Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Const. Const.
Const. You haue good iudgement in Horseman- ship.
Dolph. Dolph.
Dolph. Be warn'd by me then: they that ride so, and ride not warily, fall into foule Boggs: I had rather haue my Horse to my Mistresse.
Const. I had as liue haue my Mistresse a Iade.
Dolph. I tell thee Constable, my Mistresse weares his owne hayre.
Const. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a Sow to my Mistresse.
Dolph. Le chien est retourne a son propre vemissement est la leuye lauee au bourbier: thou mak'st vse of any thing.
Const. Yet doe I not vse my Horse for my Mistresse, or any such Prouerbe, so little kin to the purpose.
Ramb. Ramb.
Ramb. My Lord Constable, the Armour that I saw in your Tent to night, are those Starres or Sunnes vpon it?
Const. Starres my Lord.
Dolph. Some of them will fall to morrow, I hope.