Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Ant. Then what befals my selfe: you stand amaz'd,
Ant. But be of comfort.
2 Off. 2 Off.
2 Off. Come sir away.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. What money sir?
Vio. For the fayre kindnesse you haue shew'd me heere,
Vio. And part being prompted by your present trouble,
Vio. Out of my leane and low ability
Vio. Ile lend you somehing: my hauing is not much,
Vio. Ile make diuision of my present with you:
Vio. Hold, there's halfe my Coffer.
Ant. Will you deny me now,
Ant. Ist posssible that my deserts to you
Ant. Can lacke perswasion. Do not tempt my misery,
Ant. Least that it make me so vnsound a man