Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mor. And let vs make incision for your loue,
Mor. To proue whose blood is reddest, his or mine.
Mor. I tell thee Ladie this aspect of mine
Mor. Hath feard the valiant, (by my loue I sweare)
Mor. The best regarded Virgins of our Clyme
Mor. Haue lou'd it to: I would not change this hue,
Mor. Except to steale your thoughts my gentle Queene.
Por. Por.
Por. In tearmes of choise I am not solie led
Por. By nice direction of a maidens eies:
Por. Besides, the lottrie of my destenie
Por. Bars me the right of voluntarie choosing:
Por. But if my Father had not scanted me,
Por. And hedg'd me by his wit to yeelde my selfe
Por. His wife, who wins me by that meanes I told you,
Por. Your selfe (renowned Prince) than stood as faire
Por. As any commer I haue look'd on yet
Por. For my affection.
Mor. Mor.
Mor. Euen for that I thanke you,