Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vio. Vio.
Vio. Why man?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Why sir, her names a word, and to dallie with
Clo. that word, might make my sister wanton: But indeede,
Clo. words are very Rascals, since bonds disgrac'd them.
Vio. Thy reason man?
Vio. Clo.
Vio. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
Clo. Troth sir, I can yeeld you none without wordes,
Clo. and wordes are growne so false, I am loath to proue rea
Clo. son with them.
Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and car'st for
Vio. nothing.
Clo. Not so sir, I do care for something: but in my con
Clo. science sir, I do not care for you: if that be to care for no