thought of it. A prize! a prize!
Enter [Clown.]
Clo. Let me see: every ['leven wether] tods; every [tod]
yields [pound and odd] shilling; fifteen hundred shorn, what
comes the wool to?
Ant. [[Aside]] If the springe hold, the cock's mine.
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Clo. I cannot do't without [counters]. Let me see; what
am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of
[sugar;] five pound of [currants;] rice—what will this sister