Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mis.Ford. Well, heauen knowes how I loue you,
Mis.Ford. And you shall one day finde it.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Keepe in that minde, Ile deserue it.
Mist.Ford. Mist.Ford.
Mist.Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you doe;
Mist.Ford. Or else I could not be in that minde.
Rob. Rob.
Rob. Mistris Ford, Mistris Ford: heere's Mistris Page at
Rob. the doore, sweating, and blowing, and looking wildely,
Rob. and would needs speake with you presently.
Fal. She shall not see me, I will ensconce mee behind
Fal. the Arras.
M.Ford. M.Ford.
M.Ford. Pray you do so, she's a very tatling woman.
M.Ford. Whats the matter? How now?
Mist.Page. Mist.Page.
Mist.Page. O mistris Ford what haue you done?
Mist.Page. You'r sham'd, y'are ouerthrowne, y'are vndone for euer.