Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vio. Vio.
Vio. That you do thinke you are not what you are.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. If I thinke so, I thinke the same of you.
Vio. Then thinke you right: I am not what I am.
Ol. I would you were, as I would haue you be.
Vio. Would it be better Madam, then I am?
Vio. I wish it might, for now I am your foole.
Ol. O what a deale of scorne, lookes beautifull?
Ol. In the contempt and anger of his lip,
Ol. A murdrous guilt shewes not it selfe more soone,
Ol. Then loue that would seeme hid: Loues night, is noone.
Ol. Cesario, by the Roses of the Spring,
Ol. By maid‑hood, honor, truth, and euery thing,
Ol. I loue thee so, that maugre all thy pride,
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