Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Tranio I burne, I pine, I perish Tranio,
Luc. If I atchieue not this yong modest gyrle:
Luc. Counsaile me Tranio, for I know thou canst:
Luc. Assist me Tranio, for I know thou wilt.
Tra. Tra.
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now,
Tra. Affection is not rated from the heart:
Tra. If loue haue touch'd you, naught remaines but so,
Tra. Redime te captam quam queas minimo.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Gramercies Lad: Go forward, this contents,
Luc. The rest wil comfort, for thy counsels sound.
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maide,
Tra. Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. Oh yes, I saw sweet beautie in her face,
Luc. Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
Luc. That made great Ioue to humble him to her hand,
Luc. When with his knees he kist the Cretan strond.