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306 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1623
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that, move still, still so,
And own no other function.
[Exit, pursued by a bear.]
Why, that's my bawcock. What! hast smutch'd thy nose?— They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat;—not neat, but cleanly, captain: And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, Are all call'd neat.— [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE] Still virginalling Upon his palm?—How now, you wanton calf! Art thou my calf?