Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ol. How does he loue me?
Vio. Vio.
Vio. With adorations, fertill teares,
Vio. With groanes that thunder loue, with sighes of fire.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. Your Lord does know my mind, I cannot loue him
Ol. Yet I suppose him vertuous, know him noble,
Ol. Of great estate, of fresh and stainlesse youth;
Ol. In voyces well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant,
Ol. And in dimension, and the shape of nature,
Ol. A gracious person; But yet I cannot loue him:
Ol. He might haue tooke his answer long ago.
Vio. If I did loue you in my masters flame,
Vio. With such a suffring, such a deadly life:
Vio. In your deniall, I would finde no sence,
Vio. I would not vnderstand it.
Ol. Why, what would you?