Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glend. The Lady speakes in Welsh.
Mort. Mort.
Mort. I vnderstand thy Lookes: that pretty Welsh
Mort. Which thou powr'st down from these swelling Heauens,
Mort. I am too perfect in: and but for shame,
Mort. In such a parley should I answere thee.
Mort. The Lady againe in Welsh.
Mort. I vnderstand thy Kisses, and thou mine,
Mort. And that's a feeling disputation:
Mort. But I will neuer be a Truant, Loue,
Mort. Till 1 haue learn'd thy Language: for thy tongue
Mort. Makes
Mort. The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
Mort. Makes Welsh as sweet as Ditties highly penn'd,
Mort. Sung by a faire Queene in a Summers Bowre,
Mort. With rauishing Diuision to her Lute.
Glend. Glend.
Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will she runne madde.
Glend. The Lady speakes againe in Welsh.