Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iu. Vnto a ragged, fearefull, hanging Rocke,
Iu. And throw it thence into the raging Sea.
Iu. Loe, here in one line is his name twice writ:
Iu. Poore forlorne Protheus, passionate Protheus:
Iu. To the sweet Iulia: that ile teare away:
Iu. And yet I will not, sith so prettily
Iu. He couples it, to his complaining Names;
Iu. Thus will I fold them, one vpon another;
Iu. Now kisse, embrace, contend, doe what you will.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. Madam: dinner is ready: and your father staies.
Iu. Iu.
Iu. Well, let vs goe.
Lu. What, shall these papers lye, like Tel‑tales here?
Iu. If you respect them; best to take them vp.
Lu. Nay, I was taken vp, for laying them downe.
Lu. Yet here they shall not lye, for catching cold.