Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. The wager you haue laid.
Iach. Iach.
Iach. Then if you can
Iach. Be pale, I begge but leaue to ayre this Iewell: See,
Iach. And now 'tis vp againe: it must be married
Iach. To that your Diamond, Ile keepe them.
Post. Post.
Post. Ioue⸺
Post. Once more let me behold it: Is it that
Post. Which I left with her?
Iach. Sir (I thanke her) that
Iach. She stript it from her Arme: I see her yet:
Iach. Her pretty Action, did out‑sell her guift,
Iach. And yet enrich'd it too: she gaue it me,
Iach. And said, she priz'd it once.
Post. May be, she pluck'd it off
Post. To send it me.