Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Adri. And feedes from home; poore I am but his stale.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. Selfe‑harming Iealousie; fie beat it hence.
Ad. Ad.
Ad. Vnfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispence:
Ad. I know his eye doth homage other‑where,
Ad. Or else, what lets it but he would be here?
Ad. Sister, you know he promis'd me a chaine,
Ad. Would that alone, a loue he would detaine,
Ad. So he would keepe faire quarter with his bed:
Ad. I see the Iewell best enamaled
Ad. Will loose his beautie: yet the gold bides still
Ad. That others touch, and often touching will,
Ad. Where gold and no man that hath a name,
Ad. By falshood and corruption doth it shame:
Ad. Since that my beautie cannot please his eie,
Ad. Ile weepe (what's left away) and weeping die.
Luci. How manie fond fooles serue mad Ielousie?
Luci. Exit.