Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Ant.
Ant. Neither.
Fat. Fat.
Fat. Dromio, nor thou?
Dro. Dro.
Dro. No trust me sir, nor I.
Fa. Fa.
Fa. I am sure thou dost?
E. Dromio. E. Dromio.
E. Dromio. I sir, but I am sure I do not, and whatso‑
E. Dromio. euer a man denies, you are now bound to beleeue him.
Fath. Fath.
Fath. Not know my voice, oh times extremity
Fath. Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poore tongue
Fath. In seuen short yeares, that heere my onely sonne
Fath. Knowes not my feeble key of vntun'd cares?
Fath. Though now this grained face of mine be hid
Fath. In sap‑consuming Winters drizled snow,
Fath. And all the Conduits of my blood froze vp:
Fath. Yet hath my night of life some memorie: