Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. Bru.
Bru. Kneele not gentle Portia.
Por. Por.
Por. I should not neede, if you were gentle Brutus.
Por. Within tho the Bond of Marriage, tell me Brutus,
Por. Is it excepted, I should know no Secrets
Por. That appertaine to you? Am I your Selfe,
Por. But as it were in sort, or limitation?
Por. To keepe with you at Meales, comfort your Bed,
Por. And talke to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the Suburbs
Por. Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
Por. Portia is Brutus Harlot, not his Wife.
Bru. You are my true and honourable Wife,
Bru. As deere to me, as are the ruddy droppes
Bru. That visit my sad heart.
Por. If this were true, then should I know this secret.
Por. I graunt I am a Woman; but withall,
Por. A Woman that Lord Brutus tooke to Wife: