Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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To. To.
To. Will you helpe an Asse‑head, and a coxcombe, &
To. a knaue: a thin fac'd knaue, a gull?
To. Ol.
To. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd too.
Ol. Enter Sebastian.
Seb. Seb.
Seb. I am sorry Madam I haue hurt your kinsman:
Seb. But had it beene the brother of my blood,
Seb. I must haue done no lesse with wit and safety.
Seb. You throw a strange regard vpon me, and by that
Seb. I do perceiue it hath offended you:
Seb. Pardon me (sweet one) euen for the vowes
Seb. We made each other, but so late ago.
Du. Du.
Du. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
Du. A naturall Perspectiue, that is, and is not.