Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vio. In womens waxen hearts to set their formes:
Vio. Alas, O frailtie is the cause, not wee,
Vio. For such as we are made, if such we bee:
Vio. How will this fadge? My master loues her deerely,
Vio. And I (poore monster) fond asmuch on him:
Vio. And she (mistaken) seemes to dote on me:
Vio. What will become of this? As I am man,
Vio. My state is desperate for my maisters loue:
Vio. As I am woman (now alas the day)
Vio. What thriftlesse sighes shall poore Oliuia breath?
Vio. O time, thou must vntangle this, not I,
Vio. It is too hard a knot for me t'vnty.
Vio. Scœna Tertia.
Vio. [Act 2, Scene 3]
Vio. Enter Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.
To. To.
To. Approach Sir Andrew: not to bee a bedde after
To. midnight, is to be vp betimes, and Deliculo surgere, thou
To. know'st.
And. And.