Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. To day to marry with my brothers daughter?
Claud. Claud.
Claud. Ile hold my minde were she an Ethiope.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Call her forth brother, heres the Frier ready.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Good morrow BenedikeBenedicke, why what's the matter?
Prin. That you haue such a Februarie face,
Prin. So full of frost, of storme, and clowdinesse.
Claud. I thinke he thinkes vpon the sauage bull:
Claud. Tush, feare not man, wee'll tip thy hornes with gold,
Claud. And all Europa shall reioyce at thee,
Claud. As once Europa did at lusty Ioue,
Claud. When he would play the noble beast in loue.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Bull Ioue sir, had an amiable low,
Ben. And some such strange bull leapt your fathers Cow,
Ben. A got a Calfe in that same noble feat,
Ben. Much like to you, for you haue iust his bleat.