Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. Contempt his scornfull Perspectiue did lend me,
Ber. Which warpt the line, of euerie other fauour,
Ber. Scorn'd a faire colour, or exprest it stolne,
Ber. Extended or contracted all proportions
Ber. To a most hideous obiect. Thence it came,
Ber. That she whom all men prais'd, and whom my selfe,
Ber. Since I haue lost, haue lou'd; was in mine eye
Ber. The dust that did offend it.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Well excus'd:
Kin. That thou didst loue her, strikes some scores away
Kin. From the great compt: but loue that comes too late,
Kin. Like a remorsefull pardon slowly carried
Kin. To the great sender, turnes a sowre offence,
Kin. Crying, that's good that's gone: Our rash faults,
Kin. Make triuiall price of serious things we haue,
Kin. Not knowing them, vntill we know their graue.
Kin. Oft our displeasures to our selues vniust,
Kin. Destroy our friends, and after weepe their dust:
Kin. Our owne loue waking, cries to see what's don,edone,