Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vio. With the same hauiour that your passion beares,
Vio. Goes on my Masters greefes.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. Heere, weare this Iewell for me, tis my picture:
Ol. Refuse it not, it hath no tongue, to vex you:
Ol. And I beseech you come againe to morrow.
Ol. What shall you aske of me that Ile deny,
Ol. That honour (sau'd) may vpon asking giue.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. Nothing but this, your true loue for my master.
Ol. How with mine honor may I giue him that,
Ol. Which I haue giuen to you.
Vio. I will acquit you.
Ol. Well, come againe to morrow: far‑thee‑well,
Ol. A Fiend like thee might beare my soule to hell.
Ol. Enter Toby and Fabian.
To. To.