Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Beat. I am out of all other tune, me thinkes.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Claps into Light a loue, (that goes without a
Mar. burden,) do you sing it and Ile dance it.
Beat. Beat.
Beat. Ye Light aloue with your heeles, then if your
Beat. husband haue stables enough, you'll looke he shall lacke
Beat. no barnes.
Mar. O illegitimate construction! I scorne that with
Mar. my heeles.
Beat. 'Tis almost fiue a clocke cosin, 'tis time you
Beat. were ready, by my troth I am exceeding ill, hey ho.
Mar. For a hauke, a horse, or a husband?
Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H.
Mar. Well, and you be not turn'd Turke, there's no