Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Des. Des.
Des. It was his bidding: therefore good Æmilia,
Des. Giue me my nightly wearing, and adieu.
Des. We must not now displease him.
Æmil. Æmil.
Æmil. I, would you had neuer seene him.
Des. So would not I: my loue doth so approue him,
Des. That euen his stubbornesse, his checks, his frownes,
Des. (Prythee vn‑pin me) haue grace and fauour.
Æmi. Æmi.
Æmi. I haue laid those Sheetes you bad me on the bed.
Des. All's one: good Father, how foolish are our minds?
Des. If I do die before, prythee shrow'd me
Des. In one of these same Sheetes.
Æmil. Come, come: you talke.
Des. My Mother had a Maid call'd Barbarie,