Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vio. O that I seru'd that Lady,
Vio. And might not be deliuered to the world
Vio. Y2
Vio. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
Vio. Till I had made mine owne occasion mellow
Vio. What my estate is.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. That were hard to compasse,
Cap. Because she will admit no kinde of suite,
Cap. No, not the Dukes.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. There is a faire behauiour in thee Captaine,
Vio. And though that nature, with a beauteous wall
Vio. Doth oft close in pollution: yet of thee
Vio. I will beleeue thou hast a minde that suites
Vio. With this thy faire and outward charracter.
Vio. I prethee (and Ile pay thee bounteously)
Vio. Conceale me what I am, and be my ayde,
Vio. For such disguise as haply shall become
Vio. The forme of my intent. Ile serue this Duke,