Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hora. Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Is loue a tender thing? it is too rough,
Rom. Too rude, too boysterous, and it pricks like thorne.
Mer. Mer.
Mer. If loue be rough with you, be rough with loue,
Mer. Pricke loue for pricking, and you beat loue downe,
Mer. Giue me a Case to put my visage in,
Mer. A Visor for a Visor, what care I
Mer. What curious eye doth quote deformities:
Mer. Here are the Beetle‑browes shall blush for me.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Come knocke and enter, and no sooner in,
Ben. But euery man betake him to his legs.
Rom. A Torch for me, let wantons light of heart
Rom. Tickle the sencelesse rushes with their heeles:
Rom. For I am prouerb'd with a Grandsier Phrase,
Rom. Ile be a Candle‑holder and looke on,
Rom. The game was nere so faire, and I am done.