Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. hemence, tell me who it is.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. O wonderfull, wonderfull, and most wonderfull
Cel. wonderfull, and yet againe wonderful, and after that out
Cel. of all hooping.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Good my complection, dost thou think though
Ros. I am caparison'd like a man, I haue a doublet and hose in
Ros. my disposition? One inch of delay more, is a South‑sea
Ros. of discouerie. I pre'thee tell me, who is it quickely, and
Ros. speake apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that thou
Ros. might'st powre this conceal'd man out of thy mouth, as
Ros. Wine comes out of a narrow‑mouth'd bottle: either too
Ros. much at once, or none at all. I pre'thee take the Corke
Ros. out of thy mouth, that I may drinke thy tydings.
Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.
Ros. Is he of Gods making? What manner of man?
Ros. Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?