Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laer. Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body,
Laer. Whereof he is the Head. Then if he sayes he loues you,
Laer. It fits your wisedome so farre to beleeue it;
Laer. As he in his peculiar Sect and force
Laer. May giue his saying deed: which is no further,
Laer. Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall.
Laer. Then weigh what losse your Honour may sustaine,
Laer. If with too credent eare you list his Songs;
Laer. Or lose your Heart; or your chast Treasure open
Laer. To his vnmastred importunity.
Laer. Feare it Ophelia, feare it my deare Sister,
Laer. And keepe within the reare of your Affection;
Laer. Out of the shot and danger of Desire.
Laer. The chariest Maid is Prodigall enough,
Laer. If she vnmaske her beauty to the Moone;
Laer. Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious stroakes,
Laer. The Canker Galls, the Infants of the Spring
Laer. Too oft before the buttons be disclos'd,
Laer. And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth,
Laer. Contagious blastments are most imminent.