Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leon. How innocent she died, and if your loue
Leon. Can labour aught in sad inuention,
Leon. Hang her an epitaph vpon her toomb,
Leon. And sing it to her bones, sing it to night:
Leon. To morrow morning come you to my house,
Leon. And since you could not be my sonne in law,
Leon. Be yet my Nephew: my brother hath a daughter,
Leon. Almost the copie of my childe that's dead,
Leon. And she alone is heire to both of vs,
Leon. Giue her the right you should haue giu'n her cosin,
Leon. And so dies my reuenge.
Clau. Clau.
Clau. O noble sir!
Clau. Your ouerkindnesse doth wring teares from me,
Clau. I do embrace your offer, and dispose
Clau. For henceforth of poore Claudio.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. To morrow then I will expect your comming,
Leon. To night I take my leaue, this naughtie man
Leon. Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,