Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Posthmus. it: My Ring I holde deere as my finger, 'tis part of
Posthmus. it.
IaehIach. IaehIach.
IaehIach. You are a Friend, and there in the wiser: if you
IaehIach. buy Ladies flesh at a Million a Dram, you cannot pre
IaehIach. seure it from tainting; but I see you haue some Religion
IaehIach. in you, that you feare.
Posthu. Posthu.
Posthu. This is but a custome in your tongue: you
Posthu. beare a grauer purpose I hope.
Iach. Iach.
Iach. I am the Master of my speeches, and would vn
Iach. der‑go what's spoken, I sweare.
Posthu. Will you? I shall but lend my Diamond till
Posthu. your returne: let there be Couenants drawne between's.
Posthu. My Mistris exceedes in goodnesse, the hugenesse of your
Posthu. vnworthy thinking. I dare you to this match: heere's my
Posthu. Ring.
Phil. Phil.