Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ser. Ser.
Ser. Now Ile tell you without asking. My maister is
Ser. the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of
Ser. Mountagues I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest
Ser. you merry.
Ser. Exit.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. At this same auncient Feast of Capulets
Ben. Sups the faire Rosaline, whom thou so loues:
Ben. With all the admired Beauties of Verona,
Ben. Go thither and with vnattainted eye,
Ben. Compare her face with some that I shall show,
Ben. And I will make thee thinke thy Swan a Crow.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. When the deuout religion of mine eye
Rom. Maintaines such falshood, then turne teares to fire:
Rom. And these who often drown'd could neuer die,
Rom. Transparent Heretiques be burnt for liers.
Rom. One fairer then my loue: the all‑seeing Sun
Rom. Nere saw her match, since first the world begun.