Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. Nor neuer lay his wreathed armes athwart
Kin. His louing bosome, to keepe downe his heart.
Kin. I haue beene closely shrowded in this bush,
Kin. And markt you both, and for you both did blush.
Kin. I heard your guilty Rimes, obseru'd your fashion:
Kin. Saw sighes reeke from you, noted well your passion.
Kin. Aye me, sayes one! O Ioue, the other cries!
Kin. On her haires were Gold, Christall the others eyes.
Kin. You would for Paradise breake Faith and troth,
Kin. And Ioue for your Loue would infringe an oath.
Kin. What will Berowne say when that he shall heare
Kin. Faith infringed, which such zeale did sweare.
Kin. How will he scorne? how will he spend his wit?
Kin. How will he triumph, leape, and laugh at it?
Kin. For all the wealth that euer I did see,
Kin. I would not haue him know so much by me.
Bero. Bero.
Bero. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisie.
Bero. Ah good my Liedge, I pray thee pardon me.
Bero. Good heart, What grace hast thou thus to reproue