Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. The supposition of the Ladies death,
Fri. Will quench the wonder of her infamie.
Fri. And if it sort not well, you may conceale her
Fri. As best befits her wounded reputation,
Fri. In some reclusiue and religious life,
Fri. Out of all eyes, tongues, mindes and iniuries.
Bene. Bene.
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the Frier aduise you,
Bene. And though you know my inwardnesse and loue
Bene. Is very much vnto the Prince and Claudio.
Bene. Yet
Bene. Much adoe about Nothing.
Bene. Yet, by mine honor, I will deale in this,
Bene. As secretly and iustlie, as your soule
Bene. Should with your bodie.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. Being that I flow in greefe,
Leon. The smallest twine may lead me.
Frier. Frier.
Frier. 'Tis well consented, presently away,