Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Where he sits crowned in his masters spight.
Du. Come boy with me, my thoughts are ripe in mischiefe:
Du. Ile sacrifice the Lambe that I do loue,
Du. To spight a Rauens heart within a Doue.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. And I most iocund, apt, and willinglie,
Vio. To do you rest, a thousand deaths would dye.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. Where goes Cesario?
Vio. After him I loue,
Vio. More then I loue these eyes, more then my life,
Vio. More by all mores, then ere I shall loue wife.
Vio. If I do feigne, you witnesses aboue
Vio. Punish my life, for tainting of my loue.
Ol. Aye me detested, how am I beguil'd?
Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?