Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. Ber.
Ber. One drunkard loues another of the name.
Lon. Lon.
Lon. Am I the first yͭ that haue been periur'd so?
Ber. I could put thee in comfort, not by two that I (know
Ber. Thou makest the triumphery, the corner cap of societie,
Ber. The shape of Loues Tiburne, that hangs vp simplicitie.
Lon. I feare these stubborn lines lack power to moue.
Lon. O sweet Maria, Empresse of my Loue,
Lon. These numbers will I teare, and write in prose.
Ber. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hose,
Ber. Disfigure not his Shop.
Lon. This same shall goe.
Lon. He reades the Sonnet.
Lon. Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye,
Lon. 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,