Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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To. Gentleman, God saue thee.
To. Vio.
To. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. And you sir.
To. To.
To. That defence thou hast, betake the too't: of what
To. nature the wongs are thou hast done him, I knowe not:
To. but thy intercepter full of despight, bloody as the Hun
To. ter, attends thee at the Orchard end: dismount thy tucke,
To. be yare in thy preparation, for thy assaylant is quick, skil
To. full, and deadly.
Vio. You mistake sir I am sure, no man hath any quar
Vio. rell to me: my remembrance is very free and cleere from
Vio. any image of offence done to any man.
To. You'l finde it otherwise I assure you: therefore, if
To. you hold your life at any price, betake you to your gard:
To. for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill,