Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. By my life, my troth
King. I neuer swore this Ladie such an oth.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. By heauen you did; and to confirme it plaine,
Ros. You gaue me this: But take it sir againe.
King. King.
King. My faith and this, the Princesse I did giue,
King. I knew her by this Iewell on her sleeue.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Pardon me sir, this Iewell did she weare.
Qu. And Lord Berowne (I thanke him) is my deare.
Qu. What? Will you haue me, or your Pearle againe?
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Neither of either, I remit both twaine.
Ber. I see the tricke on't: Heere was a consent,
Ber. Knowing aforehand of our merriment,
Ber. To dash it like a Christmas Comedie.
Ber. Some carry‑tale, some please‑man, some slight Zanie,
Ber. Some mumble‑newes, some trencher‑knight, som Dick
Ber. That smiles his cheeke in yeares, and knowes the trick