Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ol. A Fiend like thee might beare my soule to hell.
Ol. Enter Toby and Fabian.
To. To.
To. Gentleman, God saue thee.
To. Vio.
To. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. And you sir.
To. That defence thou hast, betake the too't: of what
To. nature the wongs are thou hast done him, I knowe not:
To. but thy intercepter full of despight, bloody as the Hun
To. ter, attends thee at the Orchard end: dismount thy tucke,
To. be yare in thy preparation, for thy assaylant is quick, skil
To. full, and deadly.
Vio. You mistake sir I am sure, no man hath any quar
Vio. rell to me: my remembrance is very free and cleere from
Vio. any image of offence done to any man.