Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dol. How? you fat Foole, I scorne you.
Poin. Poin.
Poin. My Lord, hee will driue you out ef your re
Poin. uenge, and turne all to a merryment, if you take not the
Poin. heat.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. You whorson Candle‑myne you, how vildly
Prince. did you speake of me euen now, before this honest, ver
Prince. tuous, ciuill Gentlewoman?
Host. Host.
Host. Blessing on your good heart, and so shee is by
Host. my troth.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Didst thou heare me?
Prince. Yes: and you knew me, as you did when you
Prince. ranne away by Gads‑hill: you knew I was at your back,
Prince. and spoke it on purpose, to trie my patience.
Fal. No, no, no: not so: I did not thinke, thou wast