Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iach. She writes so to you? doth shee?
Post. Post.
Post. O no, no, no, 'tis true. Heere, take this too,
Post. It is a Basiliske vnto mine eye,
Post. Killes me to looke on't: Let there be no Honor,
Post. Where there is Beauty: Truth, where semblance: Loue,
Post. Where there's another man. The Vowes of Women,
Post. Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,
Post. Then they are to their Vertues, which is nothing:
Post. O, aboue measure false.
Phil. Phil.
Phil. Haue patience Sir,
Phil. And take your Ring againe, 'tis not yet wonne:
Phil. It may be probable she lost it: or
Phil. Who knowes if one her women, being corrupted
Phil. Hath stolne it from her.
Post. Very true,
Post. And so I hope he came by't: backe my Ring,
Post. Render to me some corporall signe about her