Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leonato. Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart,
Leonato. And she lies buried with her ancestors:
Leonato. O in a tombe where neuer scandall slept,
Leonato. Saue this of hers, fram'd by thy villanie.
Claud. Claud.
Claud. My villany?
Leonato. Leonato.
Leonato. Thine Claudio, thine I say.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. You say not right old man.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. My Lord, my Lord,
Leon. Ile proue it on his body if he dare,
Leon. Despight his nice fence, and his actiue practise,
Leon. His Maie of youth, and bloome of lustihood.
Claud. Away, I will not haue to do with you.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Canst thou so daffe me? thou hast kild my child,
Leo. If thou kilst me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.