Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Claud. I thinke he thinkes vpon the sauage bull:
Claud. Tush, feare not man, wee'll tip thy hornes with gold,
Claud. And all Europa shall reioyce at thee,
Claud. As once Europa did at lusty Ioue,
Claud. When he would play the noble beast in loue.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Bull Ioue sir, had an amiable low,
Ben. And some such strange bull leapt your fathers Cow,
Ben. A got a Calfe in that same noble feat,
Ben. Much like to you, for you haue iust his bleat.
Ben. Enter brother, Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, Vrsula.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. For this I owe you: here comes other recknings.
Cla. Which is the Lady I must seize vpon?
Leo. Leo.
Leo. This same is she, and I doe giue you her.
Cla. Why then she's mine, sweet let me see your face.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. No that you shal not, till you take her hand,