Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Old La. This precious Booke of Loue, this vnbound Louer,
Old La. To Beautifie him, onely lacks a Couer.
Old La. The fish liues in the Sea, and 'tis much pride
Old La. For faire without, the faire within to hide:
Old La. That Booke in manies eyes doth share the glorie,
Old La. That in Gold claspes, Lockes in the Golden storie:
Old La. So shall you share all that he doth possesse,
Old La. By hauing him, making your selfe no lesse.
Nurse. Nurse.
Nurse. No lesse, nay bigger: women grow by men.
Old La. Old La.
Old La. Speake briefly, can you like of Paris loue?
Iuli. Iuli.
Iuli. Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue.
Iuli. But no more deepe will I endart mine eye,
Iuli. Then your consent giues strength to make flye.
Iuli. Enter a Seruing man.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. Madam, the guests are come, supper seru'd vp, you
Ser. cal'd, my young Lady askt for, the Nurse cur'st in the Pan