Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dia. When backe againe this Ring shall be deliuer'd:
Dia. And on your finger in the night, Ile put
Dia. Another Ring, that what in time proceeds,
Dia. May token to the future, our past deeds.
Dia. Adieu till then, then faile not: you haue wonne
Dia. A wife of me, though there my hope be done.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. A heauen on earth I haue won by wooing thee.
Di. Di.
Di. For which, liue long to thank both heauen & me,
Di. You may so in the end.
Di. My mother told me iust how he would woo,
Di. As if she sate in's heart. She sayes, all men
Di. Haue the like oathes: He had sworne to marrie me
Di. When his wife's dead: therfore Ile lye with him
Di. When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braide,
Di. Marry that will, I liue and die a Maid:
Di. Onely in this disguise, I think't no sinne,
Di. To cosen him that would vniustly winne.
Di. Exit