Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leonato. How euer they haue writ the stile of gods,
Leonato. And made a push at chance and sufferance.
Brother. Brother.
Brother. Yet bend not all the harme vpon your selfe,
Brother. Make those that doe offend you, suffer too.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. There thou speak'st reason, nay I will doe so,
Leon. My soule doth tell me, Hero is belied,
Leon. And that shall Claudio know, so shall the Prince,
Leon. And all of them that thus dishonour her.
Leon. Enter Prince and Claudio.
Brot. Brot.
Brot. Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Good den, good den.
Clau. Clau.
Clau. Good day to both of you.
Leon. Heare you my Lords?