Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye,
Rom. Then twenty of their Swords, looke thou but sweete,
Rom. And I am proofe against their enmity.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. I would not for the world they saw thee here.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes
Rom. And but thou loue me, let them finde me here,
Rom. My life were better ended by their hate,
Rom. Then death proroged wanting of thy Loue.
Iul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
Rom. By Loue that first did promp me to enquire,
Rom. He lent me counsell, and I lent him eyes,
Rom. I am no Pylot, yet wert thou as far
Rom. As that vast‑shore‑washet with the farthest Sea,
Rom. I should aduenture for such Marchandise.
Iul. Thou knowest the maske of night is on my face,