Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mess. To scorch your face, and to disfigure you:
Mess. Cry within.
Mess. Harke, harke, I heare him Mistris: flie, be gone.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Come stand by me, feare nothing: guard with
Duke. Halberds.
Adr. Adr.
Adr. Ay me, it is my husband: witnesse you,
Adr. That he is borne about inuisible,
Adr. Euen now we hous'd him in the Abbey heere.
Adr. And now he's there, past thought of humane reason.
Adr. Enter Antipholus, and E. Dromio of Ephesus.
E. Ant. E. Ant.
E. Ant. Iustice most gracious Duke, oh grant me iu (stice,
E. Ant. Euen for the seruice that long since I did thee,
E. Ant. When I bestrid thee in the warres, and tooke
E. Ant. Deepe scarres to saue thy life; euen for the blood
E. Ant. That then I lost for thee, now grant me iustice.
Mar.Fat. Mar.Fat.
Mar.Fat. Vnlesse the feare of death doth make me