Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Adri. How comes it now, my Husband, oh how comes it,
Adri. That thou art then estranged from thy selfe?
Adri. Thy selfe I call it, being strange to me:
Adri. That vndiuidable Incorporate
Adri. Am better then thy deere selfes better part.
Adri. Ah doe not teare away thy selfe from me;
Adri. For know my loue: as easie maist thou fall
Adri. A drop of water in the breaking gulfe,
Adri. And take vnmingled thence that drop againe
Adri. Without addition or diminishing,
Adri. As take from me thy selfe, and not me too.
Adri. How deerely would it touch thee to the quicke,
Adri. Shouldst thou but heare I were licencious?
Adri. And that this body consecrate to thee,
Adri. By Ruffian Lust should be contaminate?
Adri. Wouldst thou not spit at me, and spurne at me,
Adri. And hurle the name of husband in my face,
Adri. And teare the stain'd skin of my Harlot brow,
Adri. And from my false hand cut the wedding ring,
Adri. And breake it with a deepe‑diuorcing vow?