Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ol. Ol.
Ol. Why then me thinkes 'tis time to smile agen:
Ol. O world, how apt the poore are to be proud?
Ol. If one should be a prey, how much the better
Ol. To fall before the Lion, then the Wolfe?
Ol. Clocke strikes.
Ol. The clocke vpbraides me with the waste of time:
Ol. Be not affraid good youth, I will not haue you,
Ol. And yet when wit and youth is come to haruest,
Ol. your wife is like to reape a proper man:
Ol. There lies your way, due West.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. Then Westward hoe:
Vio. Grace and good disposition attend your Ladyship:
Vio. You'l nothing Madam to my Lord, by me:
Ol. Stay: I prethee tell me what thou thinkst of me?
Vio. That you do thinke you are not what you are.