Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lor. Lorenzo, and thy Loue.
Ies. Ies.
Ies. Lorenzo certaine, and my loue indeed,
Ies. For who loue I so much? and now who knowes
Ies. But you Lorenzo, whether I am yours?
Lor. Lor.
Lor. Heauen and thy thoughts are witness that thou
Lor. art.
Ies. Heere, catch this casket, it is worth the paines,
Ies. I am glad 'tis night, you do not looke on me,
Ies. For I am much asham'd of my exchange:
Ies. But loue is blinde, and louers cannot see
Ies. The pretty follies that themselues commit,
Ies. For if they could, Cupid himselfe would blush
Ies. To see me thus transformed to a boy.
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch‑bearer.
Ies. What, must I hold a Candle to my shames?