Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. More mouing delicate, and ful of life,
Fri. Into the eye and prospect of his soule
Fri. Then when she liu'd indeed: then shal he mourne,
Fri. If euer Loue had interest in his Liuer,
Fri. And wish he had not so accused her:
Fri. No, though he thought his accusation true:
Fri. Let this be so, and doubt not but successe
Fri. Wil fashion the euent in better shape,
Fri. Then I can lay it downe in likelihood.
Fri. But if all ayme but this be leuelld false,
Fri. The supposition of the Ladies death,
Fri. Will quench the wonder of her infamie.
Fri. And if it sort not well, you may conceale her
Fri. As best befits her wounded reputation,
Fri. In some reclusiue and religious life,
Fri. Out of all eyes, tongues, mindes and iniuries.
Bene. Bene.
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the Frier aduise you,
Bene. And though you know my inwardnesse and loue
Bene. Is very much vnto the Prince and Claudio.