Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gra. A kinde of boy, a little scrubbed boy,
Gra. No higher then thy selfe, the Iudges Clearke,
Gra. A prating boy that begg'd it as a Fee,
Gra. I could not for my heart deny it him.
Por. Por.
Por. You were too blame, I must be plaine with you,
Por. To part so slightly with your wiues first gift,
Por. A thing stucke on with oathes vpon your finger,
Por. And so riueted with faith vnto your flesh.
Por. I gaue my Loue a Ring, and made him sweare
Por. Neuer to part with it, and heere he stands:
Por. I dare be sworne for him, he would not leaue it,
Por. Nor plucke it from his finger, for the wealth
Por. That the world masters. Now in faith Gratiano,
Por. You giue your wife too vnkinde a cause of greefe,
Por. And 'twere to me I should be mad at it.
Bass. Bass.
Bass. Why I were best to cut my left hand off,
Bass. And sweare I lost the Ring defending it.
Gra. Gra.