Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mor. Mor.
Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,
Mor. The shadowed liuerie of the burnisht sunne,
Mor. To whom I am a neighbour, and neere bred.
Mor. Bring me the fairest creature North‑ward borne,
Mor. Where Phoebus fire scarce thawes the ysicles,
Mor. And let vs make incision for your loue,
Mor. To proue whose blood is reddest, his or mine.
Mor. I tell thee Ladie this aspect of mine
Mor. Hath feard the valiant, (by my loue I sweare)
Mor. The best regarded Virgins of our Clyme
Mor. Haue lou'd it to: I would not change this hue,
Mor. Except to steale your thoughts my gentle Queene.
Por. Por.
Por. In tearmes of choise I am not solie led
Por. By nice direction of a maidens eies:
Por. Besides, the lottrie of my destenie
Por. Bars me the right of voluntarie choosing:
Por. But if my Father had not scanted me,
Por. And hedg'd me by his wit to yeelde my selfe