Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. My true Loues passion, therefore pardon me,
Iul. And not impute this yeelding to light Loue,
Iul. Which the darke night hath so discouered.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Lady, by yonder Moone I vow,
Rom. That tips with siluer all these Fruite tree tops.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. O sweare not by the Moone, th'inconstant Moone,
Iul. That monethly changes in her circled Orbe,
Iul. Least that thy Loue proue likewise variable.
Rom. What shall I sweare by?
Iul. Do not sweare at all:
Iul. Or if thou wilt sweare by thy gratious selfe,
Iul. Which is the God of my Idolatry,
Iul. And Ile beleeue thee.
Rom. If my hearts deare loue.
Iuli. Iuli.