Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Portia. Which I denying, they fell sicke and died.
Portia. I could not doe withall: then Ile repent,
Portia. And wish for all that, that I had not kil'd them;
Portia. And twentie of these punie lies Ile tell,
Portia. That men shall sweare I haue discontinued schoole
Portia. Aboue a twelue moneth: I haue within my minde
Portia. A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Iacks,
Portia. Which I will practise.
Nerris. Nerris.
Nerris. Why, shall wee turne to men?
Portia. Portia.
Portia. Fie, what a questions that?
Portia. If thou wert nere a lewd interpreter:
Portia. But come, Ile tell thee all my whole deuice
Portia. When I am in my coach, which stayes for vs
Portia. At the Parke gate; and therefore haste away,
Portia. For we must measure twentie miles to day.
Portia. Exeunt.
Portia. [Act 3, Scene 5]
Portia. Enter Clowne and Iessica.