Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. Must needs be like my Lord. If it be so,
Por. How little is the cost I haue bestowed
Por. In purchasing the semblance of my soule;
Por. From out the state of hellish cruelty,
Por. This comes too neere the praising of my selfe,
Por. Therefore no more of it: heere other things
Por. Lorenso I commit into your hands,
Por. The
Por. The Merchant of Venice.
Por. The husbandry and mannage of my house,
Por. Vntill my Lords returne; for mine owne part
Por. I haue toward heauen breath'd a secret vow,
Por. To liue in prayer and contemplation,
Por. Onely attended by Nerrissa heere,
Por. Vntill her husband and my Lords returne:
Por. There is a monastery too miles off,
Por. And there we will abide. I doe desire you
Por. Not to denie this imposition,
Por. The which my loue and some necessity
Por. Now layes vpon you.