Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Seb. Seb.
Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importune'd otherwise
Seb. By all of vs: and the faire soule her selfe
Seb. Waigh'd betweene loathnesse, and obedience, at
Seb. Which end o'th' beame should bow: we haue lost your (son,
Seb. I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue
Seb. Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making,
Seb. Then we bring men to comfort them:
Seb. The faults your owne.
Alon. Alon.
Alon. So is the deer'st oth'losse.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. My Lord Sebastian,
Gon. The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse,
Gon. And time to speake it in: you rub the sore,
Gon. When you should bring the plaister.
Seb. Very well.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. And most Chirurgeonly.