Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Seb. Seb.
Seb. O that record is liuely in my soule,
Seb. He finished indeed his mortall acte
Seb. That day that made my sister thirteene yeares.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. If nothing lets to make vs happie both,
Vio. But this my masculine vsurp'd attyre:
Vio. Do not embrace me, till each circumstance,
Vio. Of place, time, fortune, do co‑here and iumpe
Vio. That I am Viola, which to confirme,
Vio. Ile bring you to a Captaine in this Towne,
Vio. Where lye my maiden weeds: by whose gentle helpe,
Vio. I was preseru'd to serue this Noble Count:
Vio. All the occurrence of my fortune since
Vio. Hath beene betweene this Lady, and this Lord.
Seb. So comes it Lady, you haue beene mistooke:
Seb. But Nature to her bias drew in that.
Seb. You would haue bin contracted to a Maid,
Seb. Nor are you therein (by my life) deceiu'd,