Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. Why so I do: good Portia go to bed.
Por. Por.
Por. Is Brutus sicke? And is it Physicall
Por. To walke vnbraced, and sucke vp the humours
Por. Of the danke Morning? What, is Brutus sicke?
Por. And will he steale out of his wholsome bed
Por. To dare the vile contagion of the Night?
Por. And tempt the Rhewmy, and vnpurged Ayre,
Por. To adde vnto hit his sicknesse? No my Brutus,
Por. You haue some sicke Offence within your minde,
Por. Which by the Right and Vertue of my place
Por. I ought to know of: And vpon my knees,
Por. I charme you, by my once commended Beauty,
Por. By all your vowes of Loue, and that great Vow
Por. Which did incorporate and make vs one,
Por. That you vnfold to me, your selfe; your halfe
Por. Why you are heauy: and what men to night
Por. Haue had resort to you: for heere haue beene
Por. Some sixe or seuen, who did hide their faces
Por. Euen from darknesse.