Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Iul. I hope my Masters suit will be but cold,
Iul. Since she respects my Mistris loue so much.
Iul. Alas, how loue can trifle with it selfe:
Iul. Here is her Picture: let me see. I thinke
Iul. If I had such a Tyre, this face of mine
Iul. Were full as louely, as is this of hers;
Iul. And yet the Painter flatter'd her a little,
Iul. Vnlesse I flatter with my selfe too much.
Iul. Her haire is Aburne, mine is perfect Yellow;
Iul. If that be all the difference in his loue,
Iul. Ile get me such a coulour'd Perrywig:
Iul. Her eyes are grey as glasse, and so are mine:
Iul. I, but her fore‑head's low, and mine's as high:
Iul. What should it be that he respects in her
Iul. But I can make respectiue in my selfe?
Iul. If this fond Loue, were not a blinded god.
Iul. Come shadow, come, and take this shadow vp,
Iul. For 'tis thy riuall: O thou sencelesse forme,
Iul. Thou shalt be worship'd, kiss'd, lou'd, and ador'd;
Iul. And were there sence in his Idolatry,