Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. At the first opening of the gorgeous East,
Ber. Bowes not his vassall head, and strooken blinde,
Ber. Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?
Ber. What peremptory Eagle‑sighted eye
Ber. Dares looke vpon the heauen of her brow,
Ber. That is not blinded by her maiestie?
Kin. Kin.
Kin. What zeale, what furie, hath inspir'd thee now?
Kin. My Loue (her Mistres) is a gracious Moone,
Kin. Shee (an attending Starre) scarce seene a light.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Berowne.
Ber. O, but for my Loue, day would turne to night,
Ber. Of all complexions the cul'd soueraignty,
Ber. Doe meet as at a faire in her faire cheeke,
Ber. Where seuerall Worthies make one dignity,
Ber. Where nothing wants, that want it selfe doth seeke.
Ber. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,
Ber. Fie painted Rethoricke, O she needs it not,
Ber. To things of sale, a sellers praise belongs: