Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Adr. Adr.
Adr. Dissembling Villain, thou speak'st false in both
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all,
Ant. And art confederate with a damned packe,
Ant. To make a loathsome abiect scorne of me:
Ant. But with these nailes, Ile plucke out these false eyes,
Ant. That would behold in me this shamefull sport.
Ant. Enter three or foure, and offer to binde him:
Ant. Hee striues.
Adr. Oh binde him, binde him, let him not come
Adr. neere me.
Pinch. Pinch.
Pinch. More company, the fiend is strong within him
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Aye me poore man, how pale and wan he looks.
Ant. What will you murther me, thou Iailor thou?
Ant. I am thy prisoner, wilt thou suffer them to make a rescue?