Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Auf. Each word thou hast spoke, hath weeded from my heart
Auf. A roote of Ancient Enuy. If Iupiter
Auf. Should from yond clowd speake diuine things,
Auf. And say 'tis true; I'de not beleeue them more
Auf. Then thee allͤNoble Martius. Let me twine
Auf. Mine armes about that body, where against
Auf. My grained Ash an hundred times hath broke,
Auf. And scarr'd the Moone with splinters: heere I cleep
Auf. The Anuile of my Sword, and do contest
Auf. As hotly, and as Nobly with thy Loue,
Auf. As euer in Ambitious strength, I did
Auf. Contend against thy Valour. Know thou first,
Auf. I lou'd the Maid I married: neuer man
Auf. Sigh'd truer breath. But that I see thee heere
Auf. Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt heart,
Auf. Then when I first my wedded Mistris saw
Auf. Bestride my Threshold. Why, thou Mars I tell thee,
Auf. We haue a Power on foote: and I had purpose
Auf. Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne,
Auf. Or loose mine Arme for't: Thou hast beate mee out