Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ophe. know not what we may be. God be at your Table.
King. King.
King. Conceit vpon her Father.
Ophe. Ophe.
Ophe. Pray you let's haue no words of this: but when
Ophe. they aske you what it meanes, say you this:
Ophe. To morrow is S. Saint Valentines day, all in the morning betime,
Ophe. And I a Maid at your Window, to be your Valentine.
Ophe. Then vp he rose, & don'd his clothes, & dupt the chamber dore,
Ophe. Let in the Maid, that out a Maid, neuer departed more.
King. Pretty Ophelia.
Ophe. Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an end ont.
Ophe. By gis, and by S. Saint Charity,
Ophe. Alacke, and fie for shame:
Ophe. Yong men wil doo't, if they come too't,
Ophe. By Cocke they are too blame.
Ophe. Quoth she before you tumbled me,
Ophe. Yon promis'd me to Wed: