Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leon. Leon.
Leon. My Lord, my Lord,
Leon. Ile proue it on his body if he dare,
Leon. Despight his nice fence, and his actiue practise,
Leon. His Maie of youth, and bloome of lustihood.
Claud. Claud.
Claud. Away, I will not haue to do with you.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Canst thou so daffe me? thou hast kild my child,
Leo. If thou kilst me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.
Bro. Bro.
Bro. He shall kill two of vs, and men indeed,
Bro. But that's no matter, let him kill one first:
Bro. Win
Bro. Much adoe about Nothing.
Bro. Win me and weare me, let him answere me,
Bro. Come follow me boy, come sir boy, come follow me
Bro. Sir boy, ile whip you from your foyning fence,
Bro. Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.