Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oth. Intirely to her loue: But if she lost it,
Oth. Or made a Guift of it, my Fathers eye
Oth. Should hold her loathed, and his Spirits should hunt
Oth. After new Fancies. She dying, gaue it me,
Oth. And bid me (when my Fate would haue me Wiu'd)
Oth. To giue it her. I did so; and take heede on't,
Oth. Make it a Darling, like your precious eye:
Oth. To loose't, or giue't away, were such perdition,
Oth. As nothing else could match.
Des. Des.
Des. Is't possible?
Oth. Oth.
Oth. 'Tis true: There's Magicke in the web of it:
Oth. A Sybill that had numbred in the world
Oth. The Sun to course, two hundred compasses,
Oth. In her Prophetticke furie sow'd the Worke:
Oth. The Wormes were hallowed, that did breede the Silke,
Oth. And it was dyde in Mummey, which the Skilfull
Oth. Conseru'd of Maidens hearts.