Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. ith all the spots a'th world, taxt and debosh'd,
Ros. hose nature sickens: but to speake a truth,
Ros. m I, or that or this for what he'l vtter,
Ros. hat will speake any thing.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. She hath that Ring of yours.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. I thinke she has; certaine it is I lyk'd her,
Ros. nd boorded her i'th wanton way of youth:
Ros. he knew her distance, and did angle for mee,
Ros. adding my eagernesse with her restraint,
Ros. s all impediments in fancies course
Ros. re motiues of more fancie, and in fine,
Ros. er insuite comming with her moderne grace,
Ros. ubdu'd me to her rate, she got the Ring,
Ros. nd I had that which any inferiour might
Ros. t Market price haue bought.
Dia. Dia.
Dia. I must be patient:
Dia. ou that haue turn'd off a first so noble wife,