Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leon. But no mans vertue nor sufficiencie
Leon. To be so morall, when he shall endure
Leon. The like himselfe: therefore giue me no counsaile,
Leon. My griefs cry lowder then aduertisement.
Broth. Broth.
Broth. Therein do men from children nothing differ.
Leonato. Leonato.
Leonato. I pray thee peace, I will be flesh and bloud,
Leonato. For there was neuer yet Philosopher,
Leonato. That could endure the toothȑake patiently,
Leonato. How euer they haue writ the stile of gods,
Leonato. And made a push at chance and sufferance.
Brother. Brother.
Brother. Yet bend not all the harme vpon your selfe,
Brother. Make those that doe offend you, suffer too.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. There thou speak'st reason, nay I will doe so,
Leon. My soule doth tell me, Hero is belied,
Leon. And that shall Claudio know, so shall the Prince,
Leon. And all of them that thus dishonour her.