Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. And I will wish thee neuer more to dance,
Ber. Nor neuer more in Russian habit waite.
Ber. O! neuer will I trust to speeches pen'd,
Ber. Nor to the motion of a Schoole‑boies tongue.
Ber. Nor neuer come in vizard to my friend,
Ber. Nor woo in rime like a blind‑harpers songue,
Ber. Taffata phrases, silken tearmes precise,
Ber. Three‑pil'd Hyperboles, spruce affection;
Ber. Figures pedanticall, these summer flies,
Ber. Haue blowne me full of maggot ostentation.
Ber. I do forsweare them, and I heere protest,
Ber. By this white Gloue (how white the hand God knows)
Ber. Henceforth my woing minde shall be exprest
Ber. In russet yeas, and honest kersie noes.
Ber. And to begin Wench, so God helpe me law,
Ber. My loue to thee is sound, sans cracke or flaw.
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. Sans, sans, I pray you.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Yet I haue a tricke