Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bero. Where lies thy griefe? O tell me good Dumaine;
Bero. And gentle Longauill, where lies thy paine?
Bero. And where my Liedges? all about the brest:
Bero. A Candle hoa!
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Too bitter is thy iest.
Kin. Are wee betrayed thus to thy ouer‑view?
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Not you by me, but I betrayed to you.
Ber. I that am honest, I that hold it sinne
Ber. To breake the vow I am ingaged in.
Ber. I am betrayed by keeping company
Ber. With men, like men of inconstancie.
Ber. When shall you see me write a thing in rime?
Ber. Or grone for Ioane? or spend a minutes time,
Ber. In pruning mee, when shall you heare that I will praise
Ber. a hand, a foot, a face, an eye: a gate, a state, a brow, a brest,
Ber. a waste, a legge, a limme.
Kin. Soft, Whither a‑way so fast?