Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leon. And so dies my reuenge.
Clau. Clau.
Clau. O noble sir!
Clau. Your ouerkindnesse doth wring teares from me,
Clau. I do embrace your offer, and dispose
Clau. For henceforth of poore Claudio.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. To morrow then I will expect your comming,
Leon. To night I take my leaue, this naughtie man
Leon. Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,
Leon. Who I beleeue was packt in all this wrong,
Leon. Hired to it by your brother.
Bor. Bor.
Bor. No, by my soule she was not,
Bor. Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me,
Bor. But alwaies hath bin iust and vertuous,
Bor. In anie thing that I do know by her.
Const. Const.
Const. Moreouer sir, which indeede is not vnder white
Const. and black, this plaintiffe here, the offendour did call mee