Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Seb. That day that made my sister thirteene yeares.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. If nothing lets to make vs happie both,
Vio. But this my masculine vsurp'd attyre:
Vio. Do not embrace me, till each circumstance,
Vio. Of place, time, fortune, do co‑here and iumpe
Vio. That I am Viola, which to confirme,
Vio. Ile bring you to a Captaine in this Towne,
Vio. Where lye my maiden weeds: by whose gentle helpe,
Vio. I was preseru'd to serue this Noble Count:
Vio. All the occurrence of my fortune since
Vio. Hath beene betweene this Lady, and this Lord.
Seb. Seb.
Seb. So comes it Lady, you haue beene mistooke:
Seb. But Nature to her bias drew in that.
Seb. You would haue bin contracted to a Maid,
Seb. Nor are you therein (by my life) deceiu'd,
Seb. You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Du. Du.
Du. Be not amaz'd, right noble is his blood: