Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Suff. Oh stay: I haue no power to let her passe,
Suff. My hand would free her, but my heart sayes no.
Suff. As playes the Sunne vpon the glassie streames,
Suff. Twinkling another counterfetted beame,
Suff. So seemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Suff. Faine would I woe her, yet I dare not speake:
Suff. Ile call for Pen and Inke, and write my minde:
Suff. Fye De la Pole, disable not thy selfe:
Suff. Hast not a Tongue? Is she not heere?
Suff. Wilt thou be daunted at a Womans sight?
Suff. I: Beauties Princely Maiesty is such,
Suff. 'Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Say Earle of Suffolke, if thy name be so,
Mar. What ransome must I pay before I passe?
Mar. For I perceiue I am thy prisoner.
Suf. Suf.
Suf. How canst thou tell she will deny thy suite,
Suf. Before thou make a triall of her loue?
M. M.