Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. Stoope I say, her shoulder is with‑child.
Dum. Dum.
Dum. As faire as day.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. I as some daies, but then no sunne must shine.
Dum. O that I had my wish?
Lon. Lon.
Lon. And I had mine.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. And mine too good Lord.
Ber. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good word?
Dum. I would forget her, but a Feuer she
Dum. Raignes in my bloud, and will remembred be.
Ber. A Feuer in your bloud, why then incision
Ber. Would let her out in Sawcers, sweet misprision.