Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Phe. Did make offence, his eye did heale it vp:
Phe. He is not very tall, yet for his yeeres hee's tall:
Phe. His leg is but so so, and yet 'tis well:
Phe. There was a pretty rednesse in his lip,
Phe. A little riper, and more lustie red
Phe. Then that mixt in his cheeke: 'twas iust the difference
Phe. Betwixt the constant red, and mingled Damaske.
Phe. There be some women Siluius, had they markt him
Phe. In parcells as I did, would haue gone neere
Phe. To fall in loue with him: but for my part
Phe. I loue him not, nor hate him not: and yet
Phe. Haue more cause to hate him then to loue him,
Phe. For what had he to doe to chide at me?
Phe. He said mine eyes were black, and my haire blacke,
Phe. And now I am remembred, scorn'd at me:
Phe. I maruell why I answer'd not againe,
Phe. But that's all one: omittance is no quittance:
Phe. Ile write to him a very tanting Letter,
Phe. And thou shalt beare it, wilt thou Siluius?
Sil. Sil.