Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. That such a thing bechaunc'd would make me sad?
Sal. But tell not me, I know Anthonio
Sal. Is sad to thinke vpon his merchandize.
Anth. Anth.
Anth. Beleeue me no, I thanke my fortune for it,
Anth. My ventures are not in one bottome trusted,
Anth. Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate
Anth. Vpon the fortune of this present yeere:
Anth. Therefore my merchandize makes me not sad.
Sola. Sola.
Sola. Why then you are in loue.
Anth. Fie, fie.
Sola. Not in loue neither: then let vs say you are sad
Sola. Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easie
Sola. For you to laugh and leape, and say you are merry
Sola. Because you are not sad. Now by two‑headed Ianus,
Sola. Nature hath fram'd strange fellowes in her time:
Sola. Some that will euermore peepe through their eyes,