Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Pardon me sir, your bad entertainment.
Seb. Seb.
Seb. O good Antonio, forgiue me your trouble.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. If you will not murther me for my loue, let me
Ant. be your seruant.
Seb. If you will not vndo what you haue done, that is
Seb. kill him, whom you haue recouer'd, desire it not. Fare
Seb. ye well at once, my bosome is full of kindnesse, and I
Seb. am yet so neere the manners of my mother, that vpon the
Seb. least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am
Seb. bound to the Count Orsino's Court, farewell.
Seb. Exit
Ant. The gentlenesse of all the gods go with thee:
Ant. I haue many enemies in Orsino's Court,
Ant. Else would I very shortly see thee there:
Ant. But come what may, I do adore thee so,
Ant. That danger shall seeme sport, and I will go.