Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. Clo.
Clo. Walk aside the true folke, & let the traytors stay.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Sweet Lords, sweet Louers, O let vs imbrace,
Ber. As true we are as flesh and bloud can be,
Ber. The Sea will ebbe and flow, heauen will shew his face:
Ber. Young bloud doth not obey an old decree.
Ber. We cannot crosse the cause why we are borne:
Ber. Therefore of all hands must we be forsworne.
King. King.
King. What, did these rent lines shew some loue of
King. thine?
Ber. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heauenly ( Rosaline,
Ber. That (like a rude and sauage man of Inde.)
Ber. At the first opening of the gorgeous East,
Ber. Bowes not his vassall head, and strooken blinde,
Ber. Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?
Ber. What peremptory Eagle‑sighted eye
Ber. Dares looke vpon the heauen of her brow,