Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Seb. Bate (I beseech you) widdow Dido.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the first day I
Gon. wore it? I meane in a sort.
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.
Alon. Alon.
Alon. You cram these words into mine eares, against
Alon. the stomacke of my sense: would I had neuer
Alon. Married my daughter there: For comming thence
Alon. My sonne is lost, and (in my rate) she too,
Alon. Who is so farre from Italy remoued,
Alon. I ne're againe shall see her: O thou mine heire
Alon. Of Naples and of Millaine, what strange fish
Alon. Hath made his meale on thee?
Fran. Fran.