Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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To. Farewell deere heart, since I must needs be gone.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Nay good Sir Toby.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. His eyes do shew his dayes are almost done.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. Is't euen so?
To. To.
To. But I will neuer dye.
Clo. Sir Toby there you lye.
Mal. This is much credit to you.
To. Shall I bid him go.
Clo. What and if you do?
To. Shall I bid him go, and spare not?