Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vio. Vio.
Vio. Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white,
Vio. Natures owne sweet, and cunning hand laid on:
Vio. Lady, you are the cruell'st shee aliue,
Vio. If you will leade these graces to the graue,
Vio. And leaue the world no copie.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. O sir, I will not be so hard‑hearted: I will giue
Ol. out diuers scedules of my beautie. It shalbe Inuentoried
Ol. and euery particle and vtensile labell'd to my will: As,
Ol. Item two lippes indifferent redde, Item two grey eyes,
Ol. with lids to them: Item, one necke, one chin, & so forth.
Ol. Were you sent hither to praise me?
Vio. I see you what you are, you are too proud:
Vio. But if you were the diuell, you are faire:
Vio. My Lord, and master loues you: O such loue
Vio. Could be but recompenc'd, though you were crown'd
Vio. The non‑pareil of beautie.