Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Luc. That's my sister.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. No: it is thy selfe, mine owne selfes better part:
Ant. Mine eies cleere eie, my deere hearts deerer heart;
Ant. My foode, my fortune, and my sweet hopes aime;
Ant. My sole earths heauen, and my heauens claime.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. All this my sister is, or else should be.
Ant. Call thy selfe sister sweet, for I am thee:
Ant. Thee will I loue, and with thee lead my life;
Ant. Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife:
Ant. Giue me thy hand.
Luc. Oh soft sir, hold you still:
Luc. Ile fetch my sister to get her good will.
Luc. Exit.
Luc. Enter Dromio, Siracusia.
Ant. Why how now Dromio, where run'st thou so