Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. And I as rich in hauing such a Iewell
Val. As twenty Seas, if all their sand were pearle,
Val. The water, Nectar, and the Rocks pure gold.
Val. Forgiue me that I doe not dreame on thee,
Val. Because thou seest me doate vpon my loue:
Val. My foolish Riuall that her Father likes
Val. (Onely for his possessions are so huge)
Val. Is gone with her along, and I must after,
Val. For Loue (thou know'st is full of iealousie.)
Pro. Pro.
Pro. But she loues you?
Val. Val.
Val. I, and we are betroathd: nay more, our mariage (howre,
Val. With all the cunning manner of our flight
Val. Determin'd of: how I must climbe her window,
Val. The Ladder made of Cords, and all the means
Val. Plotted, and 'greed on for my happinesse.
Val. Good Protheus goe with me to my chamber,
Val. In these affaires to aid me with thy counsaile.