Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brot. Hold you content, what man? I know them, yea
Brot. And what they weigh, euen to the vtmost scruple,
Brot. Scambling, outȑfacing, fashionȑmonging boyes,
Brot. That lye, and cog, and flout, depraue, and slander,
Brot. Goe antiquely, and show outward hidiousnesse,
Brot. And speake of halfe a dozen dang'rous words,
Brot. How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst.
Brot. And this is all.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. But brother Anthonie.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Come, 'tis no matter,
Ant. Do not you meddle, let me deale in this.
Pri. Pri.
Pri. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience
Pri. My heart is sorry for your daughters death:
Pri. But on my honour she was charg'd with nothing
Pri. But what was true, and very full of proofe.
Leon. My Lord, my Lord.