Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mal. I haue lymde her, but it is Ioues doing, and Ioue make me
Mal. thankefull. And when she went away now, let this Fel
Mal. low be look'd too: Fellow? not Maluolio, nor after my
Mal. degree, but Fellow. Why euery thing adheres togither,
Mal. that no dramme of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no
Mal. obstacle, no incredulous or vnsafe circumstance: What
Mal. can be saide? Nothing that can be, can come betweene
Mal. me, and the full prospect of my hopes. Well Ioue, not I,
Mal. is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
Mal. Enter Toby, Fabian, and Maria.
Mal. Z2
Mal. To.
Mal. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
To. To.
To. Which way is hee in the name of sanctity. If all
To. the diuels of hell be drawne in little, and Legion himselfe
To. possest him, yet Ile speake to him.
Fab. Fab.
Fab. Heere he is, heere he is: how ist with you sir?
Fab. How ist with you man?