Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. That thine owne trip shall be thine ouerthrow:
Du. Farewell, and take her, but direct thy feete,
Du. Where thou, and I (henceforth) may neuer meet.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. My Lord, I do protest.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. O do not sweare,
Ol. Hold little faith, though thou hast too much feare.
Ol. Enter Sir Andrew.
And. And.
And. For the loue of God a Surgeon, send one pre
And. sently to sir Toby.
Ol. What's the matter?
And. H'as broke my head a‑crosse, and has giuen Sir
And. Toby a bloody Coxcombe too: for the loue of God your
And. helpe, I had rather then forty pound I were at home.
Ol. Who has done this sir Andrew?