Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dia. Are words and poore conditions, but vnseal'd
Dia. At lest in my opinion.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Change it, change it:
Ber. Be not so holy cruell: Loue is holie,
Ber. And my integritie ne're knew the crafts
Ber. That you do charge men with: Stand no more off,
Ber. But giue thy selfe vnto my sicke desires,
Ber. Who then recouers. Say thou art mine, and euer
Ber. My loue as it beginnes, shall so perseuer.
Dia. Dia.
Dia. I see that men make rope's in such a scarre,
Dia. That wee'l forsake our selues. Giue me that Ring.
Ber. Ile lend it thee my deere; but haue no power
Ber. To giue it from me.
Dia. Will you not my Lord?
Ber. It is an honour longing to our house,