Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dio. Dio.
Dio. I that.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. O all you gods! O prettie, prettie pledge;
Cres. Thy Maister now lies thinking in his bed
Cres. Of thee and me, and sighes, and takes my Gloue,
Cres. And giues memoriall daintie kisses to it;
Cres. As I kisse thee.
Dio. Nay, doe not snatch it from me.
Cres. He that takes that, rakes my heart withall.
Dio. I had your heart before, this followes it.
Troy. Troy.
Troy. I did sweare patience.
Cres. You shall not haue it Diomed; faith you shall not:
Cres. Ile giue you something else.