Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leon. I might haue said, no part of it is mine:
Leon. This shame deriues it selfe from vnknowne loines,
Leon. But mine, and mine I lou'd, and mine I prais'd,
Leon. And mine that I was proud on mine so much,
Leon. That I my selfe, was to my selfe not mine:
Leon. Valewing of her, why she, O she is falne
Leon. Into a pit of Inke, that the wide sea
Leon. Hath drops too few to wash her cleane againe,
Leon. And salt too little, which may season giue
Leon. To her foule tainted flesh.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Sir, sir, be patient: for my part, I am so attired
Ben. in wonder, I know not what to say.
Bea. Bea.
Bea. O on my soule my cosin is belied.
Ben. Ladie, were you her bedfellow last night?
Bea. No, truly: not although vntill last night,
Bea. I haue this tweluemonth bin her bedfellow.