Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isa. Isa.
Isa. You doe blaspheme the good, in mocking me.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Doe not beleeue it: fewnes, and truth; tis thus,
Luc. Your brother, and his louer haue embrac'd;
Luc. As those that feed, grow full: as blossoming Time
Luc. That from the seednes, the bare fallow brings
Luc. To teeming foyson: euen so her plenteous wombe
Luc. Expresseth his full Tilth, and husbandry.
Isa. Some oe with childe by him? my cosen Iuliet?
Luc. Is she your cosen?
Isa. Adoptedly, as schoole‑maids change their names
Isa. By vaine, though apt affection.
Luc. She it is.
Isa. Oh, let him marry her.