Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bra. Destruction on my head, if my bad blame
Bra. Light on the man. Come hither gentle Mistris,
Bra. Do you perceiue in all this Noble Companie,
Bra. Where most you owe obedience?
Des. Des.
Des. My Noble Father,
Des. I do perceiue heere a diuided dutie.
Des. To you I am bound for life, and education:
Des. My life and education both do learne me,
Des. How to respect you. You are the Lord of duty,
Des. I am hitherto your Daughter. But heere's my Husband;
Des. And so much dutie, as my Mother shew'd
Des. To you, preferring you before her Father:
Des. So much I challenge, that I may professe
Des. Due to the Moore my Lord.
Bra. Bra.
Bra. God be with you: I haue done.
Bra. Please it your Grace, on to the State Affaires;
Bra. I had rather to adopt a Child, then get it.
Bra. Come hither Moore;