Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Antig. Antig.
Antig. It is for you we speake, not for our selues:
Antig. You are abus’d, and by some putter on,
Antig. That will be damn’d for’t: would I knew the Villaine,
Antig. I would
Antig. The Winters Tale.
Antig. I would Land‑damne him: be she honor‑flaw’d,
Antig. I haue three daughters: the eldest is eleuen;
Antig. The second, and the third, nine: and some fiue:
Antig. If this proue true, they’l pay for’t. By mine Honor
Antig. Ile gell’d em all: fourteene they shall not see
Antig. To bring false generations: they are co‑heyres,
Antig. And I had rather glib my selfe, then they
Antig. Should not produce faire issue.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Cease, no more:
Leo. You smell this businesse with a sence as cold
Leo. As is a dead‑mans nose: but I do see’t, and feel’t,
Leo. As you feele doing thus: and see withall
Leo. The Instruments that feele.