Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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S.Anti. know not;
S.Anti. Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine:
S.Anti. Lesse in your knowledge, and your grace you show not,
S.Anti. Then our earths wonder, more then earth diuine.
S.Anti. Teach me deere creature how to thinke and speake:
S.Anti. Lay open to my earthie grosse conceit:
S.Anti. Smothred in errors, feeble, shallow, weake,
S.Anti. The foulded meaning of your words deceit:
S.Anti. Against my soules pure truth, why labour you,
S.Anti. To make it wander in an vnknowne field?
S.Anti. Are you a god? would you create me new?
S.Anti. Transforme me then, and to your powre Ile yeeld.
S.Anti. But if that I am I, then well I know
S.Anti. Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,
S.Anti. Nor to her bed no homage doe I owe:
S.Anti. Farre more, farre more, to you doe I decline:
S.Anti. Oh traine me not sweet Mermaide with thy note,
S.Anti. To drowne me in thy sister floud of teares:
S.Anti. Sing Siren for thy selfe, and I will dote:
S.Anti. Spread ore the siluer waues thy golden haires;