Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bra. Bra.
Bra. Oh thou foule Theefe,
Bra. Where hast thou stow'd my Daughter?
Bra. Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchaunted her
Bra. For Ile referre me to all things of sense,
Bra. (If she in Chaines of Magick were not bound)
Bra. Whether a Maid, so tender, Faire, and Happie,
Bra. So opposite to Marriage, that she shun'd
Bra. The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation,
Bra. Would euer haue (t'encurre a generall mocke)
Bra. Run from her Guardage to the sootie bosome,
Bra. Of such a thing as thou: to feare, not to delight?
Bra. Iudge me the world, if 'tis not grosse in sense,
Bra. That thou hast practis'd on her with foule Charmes,
Bra. Abus'd her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals,
Bra. That weakens Motion. Ile haue't disputed on,
Bra. 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking;
Bra. I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
Bra. For an abuser of the World, a practiser
Bra. Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant;