Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leon. Brother.
Brot. Brot.
Brot. Content your self, God knows I lou'd my neece,
Brot. And she is dead, slander'd to death by villaines,
Brot. That dare as well answer a man indeede,
Brot. As I dare take a serpent by the tongue.
Brot. Boyes,apes, braggarts, Iackes, milkeȑsops.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. Brother Anthony.
Brot. Hold you content, what man? I know them, yea
Brot. And what they weigh, euen to the vtmost scruple,
Brot. Scambling, outȑfacing, fashionȑmonging boyes,
Brot. That lye, and cog, and flout, depraue, and slander,
Brot. Goe antiquely, and show outward hidiousnesse,
Brot. And speake of halfe a dozen dang'rous words,
Brot. How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst.
Brot. And this is all.
Leon. But brother Anthonie.