Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mor. In graces, and in qualities of breeding:
Mor. But more then these, in loue I doe deserue.
Mor. What if I strai'd no farther, but chose here?
Mor. Let's see once more this saying grau'd in gold.
Mor. Who chooseth me shall gaine what many men desire:
Mor. Why that's the Lady, all the world desires her:
Mor. From the foure corners of the earth they come
Mor. To kisse this shrine, this mortall breathing Saint.
Mor. The Hircanion deserts, and the vaste wildes
Mor. Of wide Arabia are as throughfares now
Mor. For Princes to come view faire Portia.
Mor. The waterie Kingdome, whose ambitious head
Mor. Spets in the face of heauen, is no barre
Mor. To stop the forraine spirits, but they come
Mor. As ore a brooke to see faire Portia.
Mor. One of these three containes her heauenly picture.
Mor. Is't like that Lead containes her? 'twere damnation
Mor. To thinke so base a thought, it were too grose
Mor. To rib her searecloath in the obscure graue:
Mor. Or shall I thinke in Siluer she's immur'd