Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Rom.
Rom. Indeed I should haue askt you that before.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. Now Ile tell you without asking. My maister is
Ser. the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of
Ser. Mountagues I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest
Ser. you merry.
Ser. Exit.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. At this same auncient Feast of Capulets
Ben. Sups the faire Rosaline, whom thou so loues:
Ben. With all the admired Beauties of Verona,
Ben. Go thither and with vnattainted eye,
Ben. Compare her face with some that I shall show,
Ben. And I will make thee thinke thy Swan a Crow.
Rom. When the deuout religion of mine eye
Rom. Maintaines such falshood, then turne teares to fire:
Rom. And these who often drown'd could neuer die,
Rom. Transparent Heretiques be burnt for liers.