Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Luc.
Luc. I pray shee may; aswell for the encouragement
Luc. of the like, which else would stand vnder greeuous im
Luc. position: as for the enioying of thy life, who I would
Luc. be sorry should bee thus foolishly lost, at a game of ticke
Luc. tacke: Ile to her.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. I thanke you good friend Lucio.
Luc. Within two houres.
Cla. Come Officer, away.
Cla. Exeunt.
Cla. Scena Quarta.
Cla. [Act 1, Scene 3]
Cla. Enter Duke and Frier Thomas.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. No: holy Father, throw away that thought,
Duk. Beleeue not that the dribling dart of Loue
Duk. Can pierce a compleat bosome: why, I desire thee