Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mal. Mal.
Mal. Go off, I discard you: let me enioy my priuate:
Mal. go off.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speakes within him;
Mar. did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my Lady prayes you to haue
Mar. a care of him.
Mal. Ah ha, does she so?
To. To.
To. Go too, go too: peace, peace, wee must deale
To. gently with him: Let me alone. How do you Maluolio?
To. How ist with you? What man, defie the diuell: consider,
To. he's an enemy to mankinde.
Mal. Do you know what you say?
Mar. La you, and you speake ill of the diuell, how
Mar. he takes it at heart. Pray God he be not bewitch'd.
Fab. Fab.