Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Ist posssible that my deserts to you
Ant. Can lacke perswasion. Do not tempt my misery,
Ant. Least that it make me so vnsound a man
Ant. As to vpbraid you with those kindnesses
Ant. Z3
Ant. That
Ant. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
Ant. That I haue done for you.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. I know of none,
Vio. Nor know I you by voyce, or any feature:
Vio. I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Vio. Then lying, vainnesse, babling drunkennesse,
Vio. Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Vio. Inhabites our fraile blood.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Oh heauens themselues.
2. Off. 2. Off.
2. Off. Come sir, I pray you go.