Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Antig. And I had rather glib my selfe, then they
Antig. Should not produce faire issue.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Cease, no more:
Leo. You smell this businesse with a sence as cold
Leo. As is a dead‑mans nose: but I do see’t, and feel’t,
Leo. As you feele doing thus: and see withall
Leo. The Instruments that feele.
Antig. Antig.
Antig. If it be so,
Antig. We neede no graue to burie honesty,
Antig. There’s not a graine of it, the face to sweeten
Antig. Of the whole dungy‑earth.
Leo. What? lacke I credit?
Lord. Lord.
Lord. I had rather you did lacke then I (my Lord)
Lord. Vpon this ground: and more it would content me
Lord. To haue her Honor true, then your suspition
Lord. Be blam’d for’t how you might.