Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lor. Here dwels my father Iew. Hoa, who's within?
Lor. Iessica aboue.
Iess. Iess.
Iess. Who are you? tell me for more certainty,
Iess. Albeit Ile sweare that I do know your tongue.
Lor. Lor.
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy Loue.
Ies. Ies.
Ies. Lorenzo certaine, and my loue indeed,
Ies. For who loue I so much? and now who knowes
Ies. But you Lorenzo, whether I am yours?
Lor. Heauen and thy thoughts are witness that thou
Lor. art.
Ies. Heere, catch this casket, it is worth the paines,
Ies. I am glad 'tis night, you do not looke on me,
Ies. For I am much asham'd of my exchange:
Ies. But loue is blinde, and louers cannot see
Ies. The pretty follies that themselues commit,