Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Adri. How ill agrees it with your grauitie,
Adri. To counterfeit thus grosely with your slaue,
Adri. Abetting him to thwart me in my moode;
Adri. Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt,
Adri. But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
Adri. Come I will fasten on this sleeue of thine:
Adri. Thou art an Elme my husband, I a Vine:
Adri. Whose weaknesse married to thy stranger state,
Adri. Makes me with thy strength to communicate:
Adri. If ought possesse thee from me, it is drosse,
Adri. Vsurping Iuie, Brier, or idle Mosse,
Adri. Who all for want of pruning, with intrusion,
Adri. Infect thy sap, and liue on thy confusion.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. To mee shee speakes, shee moues mee for her
Ant. theame;
Ant. What, was I married to her in my dreame?
Ant. Or sleepe I now, and thinke I heare all this?
Ant. What error driues our eies and eares amissè?
Ant. Vntill I know this sure vncertaintie,