Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Adr. Adr.
Adr. Iustice most sacred Duke against the Abbesse.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. She is a vertuous and a reuerend Lady,
Duke. It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.
Adr. May it please your Grace, Antipholus my husbãd,
Adr. Who I made Lord of me, and all I had,
Adr. At your important Letters this ill day,
Adr. A most outragious fit of madnesse tooke him:
Adr. That desp'rately he hurried through the streete,
Adr. With him his bondman, all as mad as he,
Adr. Doing displeasure to the Citizens,
Adr. By rushing in their houses: bearing thence
Adr. Rings, Iewels, any thing his rage did like.
Adr. Once did I get him bound, and sent him home,
Adr. Whil'st to take order for the wrongs I went,
Adr. That heere and there his furie had committed,
Adr. Anon I wot not, by what strong escape
Adr. He broke from those that had the guard of him,