Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Old La. Now iustice on the doers.
King. King.
King. I wonder sir, sir, wiues are monsters to you,
King. And that you flye them as you sweare them Lordship,
King. Yet you desire to marry. What woman's that?
King. Enter Widdow, Diana, and Parrolles.
Dia. Dia.
Dia. I am my Lord a wretched Florentine,
Dia. Deriued from the ancient Capilet,
Dia. My suite as I do vnderstand you know,
Dia. And therefore know how farre I may be pittied.
Wid. Wid.
Wid. I am her Mother sir, whose age and honour
Wid. Both suffer vnder this complaint we bring,
Wid. And both shall cease, without your remedie.
King. Come hether Count, do you know these Wo
King. men?
Ber. Ber.
Ber. My Lord, I neither can nor will denie,