Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Rich.
Rich. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.
An. An.
An. I feare me, both are false.
Rich. Then neuer Man was true.
An. Well, well, put vp your Sword.
Rich. Say then my Peace is made.
An. That shalt thou know heereafter.
Rich. But shall I liue in hope.
An. All men I hope liue so.
An. Vouchsafe to weare this Ring.
Rich. Looke how my Ring incompasseth thy Finger,
Rich. Euen so thy Brest incloseth my poore heart: