Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kath. But in this changing, What is your intent?
Queen. Queen.
Queen. The effect of my intent is to crosse theirs:
Queen. They doe it but in mocking merriment,
Queen. And mocke for mocke is onely my intent.
Queen. Their seuerall counsels they vnbosome shall,
Queen. To Loues mistooke, and so be mockt withall.
Queen. Vpon the next occasion that we meete,
Queen. With Visages displayd to talke and greete.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire vs too't?
Quee. Quee.
Quee. No, to the death we will not moue a foot,
Quee. Nor to their pen'd speech render we no grace:
Quee. But while 'tis spoke, each turne away his face.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. Why that contempt will kill the keepers heart,
Boy. And quite diuorce his memory from his part.
Quee. Therefore I doe it, and I make no doubt,