Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lor. Beshrew me but I loue her heartily.
Lor. For she is wise, if I can iudge of her.
Lor. And faire she is, if that mine eyes be true,
Lor. And true she is, as she hath prou'd her selfe:
Lor. And therefore like her selfe, wise, faire, and true,
Lor. Shall she be placed in my constant soule.
Lor. Enter Iessica.
Lor. What, art thou come? on gentlemen, away,
Lor. Our masking mates by this time for vs stay.
Lor. Exit.
Lor. Enter Anthonio.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Who's there?
Gra. Gra.
Gra. Signior Anthonio?
Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano, where are all the rest?
Ant. 'Tis nine a clocke, our friends all stay for you,
Ant. No maske to night, the winde is come about,
Ant. Bassanio presently will goe aboord,