Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. What Lady she her Lord. You’le stay:
Pol. Pol.
Pol. No, Madame.
Her. Her.
Her. Nay, but you will?
Pol. I may not verily.
Her. Verely?
Her. You put me off with limber Vowes: but I,
Her. Though you would seek t’vnsphere the Stars with Oaths,
Her. Should yet say, Sir, no going: Verely
Her. You shall not goe; a Ladyes Verely 'is
Her. As potent as a Lords. Will you goe yet?
Her. Force me to keepe you as a Prisoner,
Her. Not like a Guest: so you shall pay your Fees
Her. When you depart, and saue your Thanks. How say you?
Her. My Prisoner? or my Guest? by your dread Verely,
Her. One of them you shall be.