Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. Away with him.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Oh my most gracious Lord,
Mar. I hope you will not mocke me with a husband?
Duk. Duk.
Duk. It is your husband mock't you with a husband,
Duk. Consenting to the safe‑guard of your honor,
Duk. I thought your marriage fit: else Imputation,
Duk. For that he knew you, might reproach your life,
Duk. And choake your good to come: For his Possessions,
Duk. Although by confutation they are ours;
Duk. We doe en‑state, and widow you with all,
Duk. To buy you a better husband.
Mar. Oh my deere Lord,
Mar. I craue no other, nor no better man.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Neuer craue him, we are definitiue.
Mar. Gentle my Liege.