Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ford. O, vnderstand my drift: she dwells so securely
Ford. on the excellency of her honor, that the folly of my soule
Ford. dares not present it selfe: shee is too bright to be look'd
Ford. against. Now, could I come to her with any detection
Ford. in my hand; my desires had instance and argument to
Ford. commend themselues, I could driue her then from the
Ford. ward of her purity, her reputation, her marriage‑vow,
Ford. and a thousand other her defences, which now are too‑
Ford. too strongly embattaild against me: what say you too't,
Ford. Sir Iohn?
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Master Broome, I will first make bold with your
Fal. money: next, giue mee your hand: and last, as I am a
Fal. gentleman, you shall, if you will, enioy Fords wife.
Ford. Ford.
Ford. O good Sir.
Fal. I say you shall.
Ford. Want no money (Sir Iohn) you shall want none.