Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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S.Anti. And as a bud Ile take thee, and there lie:
S.Anti. And in that glorious supposition thinke,
S.Anti. He gaines by death, that hath such meanes to die:
S.Anti. Let Loue, being light, be drowned if she sinke.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. What are you mad, that you doe reason so?
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Not mad, but mated, how I doe not know.
Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your eie.
Ant. For gazing on your beames faire sun being by.
Luc. Gaze when you should, and that will cleere
Luc. your sight.
Ant. As good to winke sweet loue, as looke on night.
Luc. Why call you me loue? Call my sister so.