Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ad. Are sanctified and holy traitors to you:
Ad. Oh what a world is this, when what is comely
Ad. Enuenoms him that beares it?
Ad. Why, what's the matter?
Ad. Ad.
Ad. O vnhappie youth,
Ad. Come not within these doores: within this roofe
Ad. The enemie of all your graces liues
Ad. Your brother, no, no brother, yet the sonne
Ad. (Yet not the son, I will not call him son)
Ad. Of him I was about to call his Father,
Ad. Hath heard your praises, and this night he meanes,
Ad. To burne the lodging where you vse to lye,
Ad. ile of that
Ad. He
Ad. As you like it.
Ad. He will haue other meanes to cut you off;
Ad. I ouerheard him: and his practises:
Ad. This is no place, this house is but a butcherie;
Ad. Abhorre it, feare it, doe not enter it.