Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ies. Farewell, and if my fortune be not crost,
Ies. I haue a Father, you a daughter lost.
Ies. Exit.
Ies. [Act 2, Scene 6]
Ies. Enter the Maskers, Gratiano and Salino.
Gra. Gra.
Gra. This is the penthouse vnder which Lorenzo
Gra. Desired vs to make a stand.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. His houre is almost past.
Gra. And it is meruaile he out‑dwels his houre,
Gra. For louers euer run before the clocke.
Sal. O ten times faster Venus Pidgions flye
Sal. To steale loues bonds new made, then they are wont
Sal. To keepe obliged faith vnforfaited.
Gra. That euer holds, who riseth from a feast
Gra. With that keene appetite that he sits downe?