Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. If the quicke fire of youth light not your minde,
Ber. You are no Maiden but a monument
Ber. When you are dead you should be such a one
Ber. As you are now: for you are cold and sterne,
Ber. And now you should be as your mother was
Ber. When your sweet selfe was got.
Dia. Dia.
Dia. She then was honest.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. So should you be.
Dia. No:
Dia. My mother did but dutie, such (my Lord)
Dia. As you owe to your wife.
Ber. No more a'that:
Ber. I prethee do not striue against my vowes:
Ber. I was compell'd to her, but I loue thee
Ber. By loues owne sweet constraint, and will for euer
Ber. Do thee all rights of seruice.