Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oli. But kindnesse, nobler euer then reuenge,
Oli. And Nature stronger then his iust occasion,
Oli. Made him giue battell to the Lyonnesse:
Oli. Who quickly fell before him, in which hurtling
Oli. From miserable slumber I awaked.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Are you his brother?
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Was't you he rescu'd?
Cel. Was't you that did so oft contriue to kill him?
Oli. Oli.
Oli. 'Twas I: but 'tis not I: I doe not shame
Oli. To tell you what I was, since my conuersion
Oli. So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
Ros. But for the bloody napkin?
Oli. By and by:
Oli. When from the first to last betwixt vs two,