Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. Hence euer then, my heart is in thy brest.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. And what to me my Loue? and what to me?
Ros. Ros.
Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rack'd.
Ros. You are attaint with faults and periurie:
Ros. Therefore if you my fauor meane to get,
Ros. A tweluemonth shall you spend, and neuer rest,
Ros. But seeke the wearie beds of people sicke.
Du. Du.
Du. But what to me my loue? but what to me?
Kat. Kat.
Kat. A wife? a beard, faire health, and honestie,
Kat. With three‑fold loue, I wish you all these three.
Du. O shall I say, I thanke you gentle wife?
Kat. Not so my Lord, a tweluemonth and a day,
Kat. Ile
Kat. Loues Labour's lost.