Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Adr. Adr.
Adr. How if your husband start some other where?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Till he come home againe, I would forbeare.
Adr. Patience vnmou'd, no maruel though she pause,
Adr. They can be meeke, that haue no other cause:
Adr. A wretched soule bruis'd with aduersitie,
Adr. We bid be quiet when we heare it crie.
Adr. But were we burdned with like waight of paine,
Adr. As much, or more, we should our selues complaine:
Adr. So thou that hast no vnkinde mate to greeue thee,
Adr. With vrging helpelesse patience would releeue me;
Adr. But if thou liue to see like right bereft,
Adr. This foole‑beg'd patience in thee will be left.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. Well, I will marry one day but to trie:
Luci. Heere comes your man, now is your husband nie.
Luci. Enter Dromio Eph.