Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dum. Raignes in my bloud, and will remembred be.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. A Feuer in your bloud, why then incision
Ber. Would let her out in Sawcers, sweet misprision.
Dum. Dum.
Dum. Once more Ile read the Ode that I haue writ.
Ber. Once more Ile marke how Loue can varry Wit.
Ber. Dumane reades his Sonnet.
Ber. On a day, alack the day:
Ber. Loue, whose Month is euery May,
Ber. Spied a blossome passing faire,
Ber. Playing in the wanton ayre:
Ber. Through the Veluet, leaues the winde,
Ber. All vnseene, can passage finde.
Ber. That the Louer sicke to death,
Ber. Wish himselfe the heauens breath.
Ber. Ayre (quoth he) thy cheekes may blowe,
Ber. Ayre, would I might triumph so.
Ber. But alacke my hand is sworne,