Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ies. They in themselues goodsooth are too too light.
Ies. Why, 'tis an office of discouery Loue,
Ies. And I should be obscur'd.
Lor. Lor.
Lor. So you are sweet,
Lor. Euen in the louely garnish of a boy: but come at once,
Lor. For the close night doth play the run‑away,
Lor. And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.
Ies. Ies.
Ies. I will make fast the doores and guild my selfe
Ies. With some more ducats, and be with you straight.
Gra. Gra.
Gra. Now by my hood, a gentle, and no Iew.
Lor. Beshrew me but I loue her heartily.
Lor. For she is wise, if I can iudge of her.
Lor. And faire she is, if that mine eyes be true,
Lor. And true she is, as she hath prou'd her selfe:
Lor. And therefore like her selfe, wise, faire, and true,
Lor. Shall she be placed in my constant soule.