Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. With Maids to seeme the Lapwing, and to iest
Luc. Tongue, far from heart: play with all Virgins so:
Luc. I hold you as a thing en‑skied, and sainted,
Luc. By your renouncement, an imortall spirit
Luc. And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
Luc. As with a Saint.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. You doe blaspheme the good, in mocking me.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Doe not beleeue it: fewnes, and truth; tis thus,
Luc. Your brother, and his louer haue embrac'd;
Luc. As those that feed, grow full: as blossoming Time
Luc. That from the seednes, the bare fallow brings
Luc. To teeming foyson: euen so her plenteous wombe
Luc. Expresseth his full Tilth, and husbandry.
Isa. Some oe with childe by him? my cosen Iuliet?
Luc. Is she your cosen?