Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othe. I won his Daughter.
Bra. Bra.
Bra. A Maiden, neuer bold:
Bra. Of Spirit so still, and quiet, that her Motion
Bra. Blush'd at her selfe, and she, in spight of Nature,
Bra. Of Yeares, of Country, Credite, euery thing
Bra. To fall in Loue, with what she fear'd to looke on;
Bra. It is a iudgement main'd, and most imperfect.
Bra. That will confesse Perfection so could erre
Bra. Against all rules of Nature, and must be driuen
Bra. To find out practises of cunning hell
Bra. Why this should be. I therefore vouch againe,
Bra. That with some Mixtures, powrefull o're the blood,
Bra. Or with some Dram, (coniur'd to this effect)
Bra. He wtought wrought vpon her.
Bra. To vouch this, is no proofe,
Bra. Without more wider, and more ouer Test
Bra. Then these thin habits, and poore likely‑hoods
Bra. Of moderne seeming, do prefer against him.
Sen. Sen.