Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. more sayling by the starre.
Beat. Beat.
Beat. What meanes the foole trow?
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Nothing I, but God send euery one their harts
Mar. desire.
Hero. Hero.
Hero. These gloues the Count sent mee, they are an
Hero. excellent perfume.
Beat. I am stuft cosin, I cannot smell.
Mar. A maid and stuft! there's goodly catching of
Mar. colde.
Beat. O God helpe me, God help me, how long haue
Beat. you profest apprehension?
Mar. Euer since you left it, doth not my wit become
Mar. me rarely?