Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hor. And there it is in writing fairely drawne.
Bian. Bian.
Bian. Why, I am past my gamouth long agoe.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio.
Bian. Gamouth I am, the ground of all accord:
Bian. Are, to plead Hortensio's passion:
Bian. Beeme, Bianca take him for thy Lord
Bian. Cfavt, that loues with all affection:
Bian. D solre, one Cliffe, two notes haue I,
Bian. Elami, show pitty or I die.
Bian. Call you this gamouth? tut I like it not,
Bian. Old fashions please me best, I am not so nice
Bian. To charge true rules for old inuentions.
Bian. Enter a Messenger.
Nicke. Nicke.
Nicke. Mistresse, your father prayes you leaue your (books,
Nicke. And helpe to dresse your sisters chamber vp,
Nicke. You know to morrow is the wedding day.