Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iach. Did softly presse the Rushes, ere he waken'd
Iach. The Chastitie he wounded. Cytherea,
Iach. How brauely thou becom'st thy Bed; fresh Lilly,
Iach. And whiter then the Sheetes: that I might touch,
Iach. But kisse, one kisse. Rubies vnparagon'd,
Iach. How deerely they doo't: 'Tis her breathing that
Iach. Perfumes the Chamber thus: the Flame o'th'Taper
Iach. Bowes toward her, and would vnder‑peepe her lids.
Iach. To see th'inclosed Lights, now Canopied
Iach. Vnder these windowes, White and Azure lac'd
Iach. With Blew of Heauens owne tinct. But my designe.
Iach. To note the Chamber, I will write all downe,
Iach. Such, and such pictures: There the window, such
Iach. Th'adornement of her Bed; the Arras, Figures,
Iach. Why such, and such: and the Contents o'th'Story.
Iach. Ah, but some naturall notes about her Body,
Iach. Aboue ten thousand meaner Moueables
Iach. Would testifie, t'enrich mine Inuentorie.
Iach. O sleepe, thou Ape of death, lye dull vpon her,
Iach. And be her Sense but as a Monument,