Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Then pardon him sweete Father for my sake.
Vin. Vin.
Vin. Ile slit the villaines nose that would haue sent
Vin. me to the Iaile.
Bap. Bap.
Bap. But doe you heare sir, haue you married my
Bap. daughter without asking my good will?
Vin. Feare not Baptista, we will content you, goe to:
Vin. but I will in to be reueng'd for this villanie.
Vin. Exit.
Bap. And I to sound the depth of this knauerie.
Bap. Exit.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Looke not pale Bianca, thy father will not frown.
Luc. Exeunt.
Gre. Gre.
Gre. My cake is doug,hbutdough, but Ile in among the rest,
Gre. Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.