Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. And you an officer fit for the place:
Iul. There: take the paper: see it be return'd,
Iul. Or else returne no more into my sight.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. To plead for loue, deserues more fee, then hate.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Will ye be gon?
Lu. That you may ruminate.
Lu. Exit.
Iul. And yet I would I had ore‑look'd the Letter;
Iul. It were a shame to call her backe againe,
Iul. And pray her to a fault, for which I chid her.
Iul. What 'foole is she, that knowes I am a Maid,
Iul. And would not force the letter to my view?
Iul. Since Maides, in modesty, say no to that,
Iul. Which they would haue the profferer construe, I.
Iul. Fie, fie: how way‑ward is this foolish loue;
Iul. That (like a testie Babe) will scratch the Nurse,