Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. In their owne fashion, like a merriment.
Du. Du.
Du. Our letters Madam, shew'd much more then iest.
Lon. Lon.
Lon. So did our looks.
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. We did not coat them so.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Now at the latest minute of the houre,
Kin. Grant vs your loues.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. A time me thinkes too short,
Qu. To make a world‑without‑end bargaine in;
Qu. No, no my Lord, your Grace is periur'd much,
Qu. Full of deare guiltinesse, and therefore this:
Qu. If for my Loue (as there is no such cause)
Qu. You will do ought, this shall you do for me.
Qu. Your oth I will not trust: but go with speed
Qu. To some forlorne and naked Hermitage,
Qu. Remote from all the pleasures of the world: