Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sol. And iewels, two stones, two rich and precious stones,
Sol. Stolne by my daughter: iustice, finde the girle,
Sol. She hath the stones vpon her, and the ducats.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. Why all the boyes in Venice follow him,
Sal. Crying his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.
Sol. Sol.
Sol. Let good Anthonio looke he keepe his day
Sol. Or he shall pay for this.
Sal. Marry well remembred,
Sal. I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday,
Sal. Who told me, in the narrow seas that part
Sal. The French and English, there miscaried
Sal. A vessell of our countrey richly fraught:
Sal. I thought vpon Anthonio when he told me,
Sal. And wisht in silence that it were not his.
Sol. Yo were best to tell Anthonio what you heare.
Sol. Yet doe not suddainely, for it may grieue him.