Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. Sirha, no more.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Enough my Lord.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. My Lord, I must confesse, I know this woman,
Ang. And fiue yeres since there was some speech of marriage
Ang. Betwixt my selfe, and her: which was broke off,
Ang. Partly for that her promis'd proportions
Ang. Came short of Composition: But in chiefe
Ang. For that her reputation was dis‑valued
Ang. In leuitie: Since which time of fiue yeres
Ang. I neuer spake with her, saw her, nor heard from her
Ang. Vpon my faith, and honor.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Noble Prince,
Mar. As there comes light from heauen, and words frōfrom breath,
Mar. As there is sence in truth, and truth in vertue,
Mar. I am affianced this mans wife, as strongly
Mar. As words could make vp vowes: And my good Lord,
Mar. But Tuesday night last gon, in's garden house