3374-5 sand times, and {now} how | abhorred {in} my imagination {it} is: my gorge | |
3375-6 rises at it. Heere | hung those lyppes that I haue kist I know not howe | |
3376-7 oft, | where be your gibes now? your gamboles, your | songs, your fla- | |
3378-9 shes of merriment, that were wont to | set the table on a roare, {not} <No> one | |
3379-80 now to mocke your owne {grinning,} | <Ieering?> quite chopfalne. Now get you | |
3380-2 to my Ladies {table} | <Chamber>, & tell her, let her paint an inch thicke, to this | fa- | |
3382 uour she must come, make her laugh at that. | 5.1.195 |