Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iach. A Gallian‑Girle at home. He furnaces
Iach. The thicke sighes from him; whiles the iolly Britaine,
Iach. (Your Lord I meane) laughes from's free lungs: cries oh,
Iach. Can my sides hold, to think that man who knowes
Iach. By History, Report, or his owne proofe
Iach. What woman is, yea what she cannot choose
Iach. But must be: will's free houres languish:
Iach. For assured bondage?
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Will my Lord say so?
Iach. Iach.
Iach. I Madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter,
Iach. It is a Recreation to be by
Iach. And heare him mocke the Frenchman:
Iach. But Heauen's know some men are much too blame.
Imo. Not he I hope.
Iach. Not he:
Iach. But yet Heauen's bounty towards him, might