Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gra. Gra.
Gra. About a hoope of Gold, a paltry Ring
Gra. That she did giue me, whose Poesie was
Gra. For all the world like Cutlers Poetry
Gra. Vpon a knife; Loue mee, and leaue mee not.
Ner. Ner.
Ner. What talke you of the Poesie or the valew:
Ner. You swore to me when I did giue it you,
Ner. That you would weare it til the houre of death,
Ner. And that it should lye with you in your graue,
Ner. Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths,
Ner. You should haue beene respectiue and haue kept it.
Ner. Gaue it a Iudges Clearke: but wel I know
Ner. The Clearke wil nere weare haire on's face that had it.
Gra. He wil, and if he liue to be a man.
Nerrissa. Nerrissa.
Nerrissa. I, if a Woman liue to be a man.
Gra. Now by this hand I gaue it to a youth,