Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
Luc. That made great Ioue to humble him to her hand,
Luc. When with his knees he kist the Cretan strond.
Tra. Tra.
Tra. Saw you no more? Mark'd you not how hir sister
Tra. Began to scold, and raise vp such a storme,
Tra. That mortal eares might hardly indure the din.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Tranio, I saw her corrall lips to moue,
Luc. And with her breath she did perfume the ayre,
Luc. Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stirre him frōfrom his trance:
Tra. I pray awake sir: if you loue the Maide,
Tra. Bend thoughts and wits to atcheeue her. Thus it stands:
Tra. Her elder sister is so curst and shrew'd,
Tra. That til the Father rid his hands of her,
Tra. Master, your Loue must liue a maide at home,
Tra. And therefore has he closely meu'd her vp,
Tra. Because