Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mal. Mal.
Mal. I may command where I adore, but silence like a Lu
Mal. cresse knife:
Mal. With bloodlesse stroke my heart doth gore, M.O.A.I. doth
Mal. sway my life.
Fa. Fa.
Fa. A fustian riddle.
To. To.
To. Excellent Wench, say I.
Mal. M.O.A.I. doth sway my life. Nay but first
Mal. let me see, let me see, let me see.
Fab. Fab.
Fab. What dish a poyson has she drest him?
To. And with what wing the stallion checkes at it?
Mal. I may command, where I adore: Why shee may
Mal. command me: I serue her, she is my Ladie. Why this is
Mal. euident to any formall capacitie. There is no obstruction