Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fra. Fra.
Fra. What sai'st thou boy? Looke in the Ladies face.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. I do my Lord, and in her eie I find
Dol. A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
Dol. The shadow of my selfe form'd in her eye,
Dol. Which being but the shadow of your sonne,
Dol. Becomes a sonne and makes your sonne a shadow:
Dol. I do protest I neuer lou'd my selfe
Dol. Till now, infixed I beheld my selfe,
Dol. Drawne in the flattering table of her eie.
Dol. Whispers with Blanch.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Drawne in the flattering table of her eie,
Bast. Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow,
Bast. And quarter'd in her heart, hee doth espie
Bast. Himselfe loues traytor, this is pittie now;
Bast. That hang'd, and drawne, and quarter'd there should be
Bast. In such a loue, so vile a Lout as he.
Blan. Blan.