Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ben. Ben.
Ben. Sir, sir, be patient: for my part, I am so attired
Ben. in wonder, I know not what to say.
Bea. Bea.
Bea. O on my soule my cosin is belied.
Ben. Ladie, were you her bedfellow last night?
Bea. No, truly: not although vntill last night,
Bea. I haue this tweluemonth bin her bedfellow.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd, O that is stronger made
Leon. Which was before barr'd vp with ribs of iron.
Leon. Would the Princes lie, and Claudio lie,
Leon. Who lou'd her so, that speaking of her foulnesse,
Leon. Wash'd it with teares? Hence from her, let her die.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Heare me a little, for I haue onely bene silent so
Fri. long, and giuen way vnto this course of fortune, by no
Fri. ting of the Ladie, I haue markt.