Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iach. Iach.
Iach. O happy Leonatus I may say,
Iach. The credit that thy Lady hath of thee
Iach. Deserues thy trust, and thy most perfect goodnesse
Iach. Her assur'd credit. Blessed liue you long,
Iach. A Lady to the worthiest Sir, that euer
Iach. Country call'd his; and you his Mistris, onely
Iach. For the most worthiest fit. Giue me your pardon,
Iach. I haue spoke this to know if your Affiance
Iach. Were deeply rooted, and shall make your Lord,
Iach. That which he is, new o're: And he is one
Iach. The truest manner'd: such a holy Witch,
Iach. That he enchants Societies into him:
Iach. Halfe all men hearts are his.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. You make amends.
Iach. He sits 'mongst men, like a defended God;
Iach. He hath a kinde of Honor sets him off,
Iach. More then a mortall seeming. Be not angrie