Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. But pay me tearmes of Honour: cold and sickly
Ant. He vented then most narrow measure: lent me,
Ant. When the best hint was giuen him: he not took't,
Ant. Or did it from his teeth.
Octaui. Octaui.
Octaui. Oh my good Lord,
Octaui. Beleeue not all, or if you must beleeue,
Octaui. Stomacke not all. A more vnhappie Lady,
Octaui. If this deuision chance, ne're stood betweene
Octaui. Praying for both parts:
Octaui. The good Gods wil mocke me presently,
Octaui. When I shall pray: Oh blesse my Lord, and Husband,
Octaui. Vndo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
Octaui. Oh blesse my Brother. Husband winne, winne Brother,
Octaui. Prayes, and distroyes the prayer, no midway
Octaui. 'Twixt these extreames at all.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Gentle Octauia,
Ant. Let your best loue draw to that point which seeks
Ant. Best to preserue it: if I loose mine Honour,