Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lon. Perswade my heart to this false periurie?
Lon. Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment.
Lon. A Woman I forswore, but I will proue,
Lon. Thou being a Goddesse, I forswore not thee.
Lon. My Vow was earthly, thou a heauenly Loue.
Lon. Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me.
Lon. Vowes are but breath, and breath a vapour is.
Lon. Then thou faire Sun, which on my earth doest shine,
Lon. Exhalest this vapor‑vow, in thee it is:
Lon. If broken then, it is no fault of mine:
Lon. If by me broke, What foole is not so wise,
Lon. To loose an oath, to win a Paradise?
Ber. Ber.
Ber. This is the liuer veine, which makes flesh a deity.
Ber. A greene Goose, a Goddesse, pure pure Idolatry.
Ber. God amend vs, God amend, we are much out o'th'way.
Ber. Enter Dumaine.
Lon. Lon.
Lon. By whom shall I send this (company?) Stay.
Bero. Bero.