Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. hide it.
Mist.Ford. Mist.Ford.
Mist.Ford. Beleeue me, ther's no such thing in me.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. What made me loue thee? Let that perswade
Fal. thee. Ther's something extraordinary in thee: Come, I
Fal. cannot cog, and say thou art this and that, like a‑manie
Fal. of these lisping‑hauthorne buds, that come like women
Fal. in mens apparrell, and smell like Bucklers‑berry in sim
Fal. ple time: I cannot, but I loue thee, none but thee; and
Fal. thou deseru'st it.
M.Ford. M.Ford.
M.Ford. Do not betray me sir, I fear you loue M Page.
Fal. Thou mightst as well say, I loue to walke by the
Fal. Counter‑gate, which is as hatefull to me, as the reeke of
Fal. a Lime‑kill.
Mis.Ford. Mis.Ford.
Mis.Ford. Well, heauen knowes how I loue you,
Mis.Ford. And you shall one day finde it.