Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dro. So flie I from her that would be my wife.
Dro. Exit.
Anti. Anti.
Anti. There's none but Witches do inhabite heere,
Anti. And therefore 'tis hie time that I were hence:
Anti. She that doth call me husband, euen my soule
Anti. Doth for a wife abhorre. But her faire sister
Anti. Possest with such a gentle soueraigne grace,
Anti. Of such inchanting presence and discourse,
Anti. Hath almost made me Traitor to my selfe:
Anti. But least my selfe be guilty to selfe wrong,
Anti. Ile stop mine eares against the Mermaids song.
Anti. Enter Angelo with the Chaine.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Mr Antipholus.
Anti. I that's my name.
Ang. I know it well sir, loe here's the chaine,
Ang. I thought to haue tane you at the Porpentine,