Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ol. when the curtesie of it is so fearefull. Speake your office.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. It alone concernes your eare: I bring no ouer
Vio. ture of warre, no taxation of homage; I hold the Olyffe
Vio. in my hand: my words are as full of peace, as matter.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. Yet you began rudely. What are you?
Ol. What would you
Vio. The rudenesse that hath appear'd in mee, haue I
Vio. learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what I
Vio. would, are as secret as maiden‑head: to your eares, Di
Vio. uinity; to any others, prophanation.
Ol. Giue vs the place alone,
Ol. We will heare this diuinitie. Now sir, what is your text?
Vio. Most sweet Ladie.
Ol. A comfortable doctrine, and much may bee saide