Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. For as I heare he was much bound for you.
Anth. Anth.
Anth. No more then I am wel acquitted of.
Por. Por.
Por. Sir, you are verie welcome to our house:
Por. It must appeare in other waies then words,
Por. Therefore I scant this breathing curtesie.
Gra. Gra.
Gra. By yonder Moone I sweare you do me wrong,
Gra. Infaith I gaue it to the Iudges Clearke,
Gra. Would he were gelt that had it for my part,
Gra. Since you do take it Loue so much at hart.
Por. A quarrel hoe alreadie, what's the matter?
Gra. About a hoope of Gold, a paltry Ring
Gra. That she did giue me, whose Poesie was
Gra. For all the world like Cutlers Poetry
Gra. Vpon a knife; Loue mee, and leaue mee not.
Ner. Ner.