Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Adr. To day did dine together: so befall my soule,
Adr. As this is false he burthens me withall.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Nere may I looke on day, nor sleepe on night,
Luc. But she tels to your Highnesse simple truth.
Gold. Gold.
Gold. O periur'd woman! They are both forsworne,
Gold. In this the Madman iustly chargeth them.
E. Ant. E. Ant.
E. Ant. My Liege, I am aduised what I say,
E. Ant. Neither disturbed with the effect of Wine,
E. Ant. Nor headie‑rash prouoak'd with raging ire,
E. Ant. Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
E. Ant. This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner;
E. Ant. That Goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her,
E. Ant. Could witnesse it: for he was with me then,
E. Ant. Who parted with me to go fetch a Chaine,
E. Ant. Promising to bring it to the Porpentine,
E. Ant. Where Balthasar and I did dine together.
E. Ant. Our dinner done, and he not comming thither,