Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Antig. Proue violence, in the which three great ones suffer,
Antig. Your Selfe, your Queene, your Sonne.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. For her (my Lord)
Lord. I dare my life lay downe, and will do’t (Sir)
Lord. Please you t’accept it, that the Queene is spotlesse
Lord. I’th’eyes of Heauen, and to you (I meane
Lord. In this, which you accuse her.)
Antig. Antig.
Antig. If it proue
Antig. Shee’s otherwise, Ile keepe my Stables where
Antig. I lodge my Wife, Ile goe in couples with her:
Antig. Then when I feele, and see her, no farther trust her:
Antig. For euery ynch of Woman in the World,
Antig. I, euery dram of Womans flesh is false,
Antig. If she be.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Hold your peaces.
Lord. Good my Lord.