Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. And
Ant. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
Ant. And grew a twentie yeeres remoued thing
Ant. While one would winke: denide me mine owne purse,
Ant. Which I had recommended to his vse,
Ant. Not halfe an houre before.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. How can this be?
Du. Du.
Du. When came he to this Towne?
Ant. Ant.
Ant. To day my Lord: and for three months before,
Ant. No intrim, not a minutes vacancie,
Ant. Both day and night did we keepe companie.
Ant. Enter Oliuia and attendants.
Du. Heere comes the Countesse, now heauen walkes
Du. on earth:
Du. But for thee fellow, fellow thy words are madnesse,
Du. Three monthes this youth hath tended vpon mee,