Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Where being apprehended, his false cunning
Ant. (Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
Ant. Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
Ant. And
Ant. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
Ant. And grew a twentie yeeres remoued thing
Ant. While one would winke: denide me mine owne purse,
Ant. Which I had recommended to his vse,
Ant. Not halfe an houre before.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. How can this be?
Du. Du.
Du. When came he to this Towne?
Ant. Ant.
Ant. To day my Lord: and for three months before,
Ant. No intrim, not a minutes vacancie,
Ant. Both day and night did we keepe companie.
Ant. Enter Oliuia and attendants.
Du. Heere comes the Countesse, now heauen walkes