Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. I stucke my choice vpon her, ere my heart
Ber. Durst make too bold a herauld of my tongue:
Ber. Where the impression of mine eye enfixing,
Ber. Contempt his scornfull Perspectiue did lend me,
Ber. Which warpt the line, of euerie other fauour,
Ber. Scorn'd a faire colour, or exprest it stolne,
Ber. Extended or contracted all proportions
Ber. To a most hideous obiect. Thence it came,
Ber. That she whom all men prais'd, and whom my selfe,
Ber. Since I haue lost, haue lou'd; was in mine eye
Ber. The dust that did offend it.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Well excus'd:
Kin. That thou didst loue her, strikes some scores away
Kin. From the great compt: but loue that comes too late,
Kin. Like a remorsefull pardon slowly carried
Kin. To the great sender, turnes a sowre offence,
Kin. Crying, that's good that's gone: Our rash faults,
Kin. Make triuiall price of serious things we haue,
Kin. Not knowing them, vntill we know their graue.