Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Balth. Yet will he sweare he loues.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. Nay pray thee come,
Prince. Or if thou wilt hold longer argument,
Prince. Doe it in notes.
Balth. Balth.
Balth. Note this before my notes,
Balth. Theres not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
Prince. Why these are very crotchets that he speaks,
Prince. Note notes forsooth, and nothing.
Bene. Bene.
Bene. Now diuine aire, now is his soule rauisht, is it
Bene. not strange that sheepes guts should hale soules out of
Bene. mens bodies? well, a horne for my money when all's
Bene. done.
Bene. The Song.
Bene. Sigh no more Ladies, sigh no more,
Bene. Men were deceiuers euer,
Bene. One foote in Sea, and one on shore,