Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mer. Therefore giue out you are of Epidamium,
Mer. Lest that your goods too soone be confiscate:
Mer. This very day a Syracusian Marchant
Mer. Is apprehended for a riuall here,
Mer. And not being able to buy out his life,
Mer. According to the statute of the towne,
Mer. Dies ere the wearie sunne set in the West:
Mer. There is your monie that I had to keepe.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Goe beare it to the Centaure, where we host,
Ant. And stay there Dromio, till I come to thee;
Ant. Within this houre it will be dinner time,
Ant. Till that Ile view the manners of the towne,
Ant. Peruse the traders, gaze vpon the buildings,
Ant. And then returne and sleepe within mine Inne,
Ant. For with long trauaile I am stiffe and wearie.
Ant. Get thee away.
Dro. Dro.
Dro. Many a man would take you at your word,
Dro. And goe indeede, hauing so good a meane.