Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Capu. In penalty alike, and 'tis not hard I thinke,
Capu. For men so old as wee, to keepe the peace.
Par. Par.
Par. Of Honourable reckoning are you both,
Par. And pittie 'tis you liu'd at ods so long:
Par. But now my Lord, what say you to my sute?
Capu. Capu.
Capu. But saying ore what I haue said before,
Capu. My Child is yet a stranger in the world,
Capu. Shee hath not seene the change of fourteene yeares,
Capu. Let two more Summers wither in their pride,
Capu. Ere we may thinke her ripe to be a Bride.
Pari. Pari.
Pari. Younger then she, are happy mothers made.
Capu. And too soone mar'd are those so early made:
Capu. Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,
Capu. Shee's the hopefull Lady of my earth:
Capu. But wooe her gentle Paris, get her heart,
Capu. My will to her consent, is but a part,