Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Flo. Nor in a way so chaste: since my desires
Flo. Run not before mine honor: nor my Lusts
Flo. Burne hotter then my Faith.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. O but Sir,
Perd. Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
Perd. Oppos’d (as it must be) by th’powre of the King:
Perd. One of these two must be necessities,
Perd. Which then will speake, that you must change this pur (pose,
Perd. Or I my life.
Flo. Flo.
Flo. Thou deer’st Perdita,
Flo. With these forc’d thoughts, I prethee darken not
Flo. The Mirth o’th’Feast: Or Ile be thine (my Faire)
Flo. Or not my Fathers. For I cannot be
Flo. Mine owne, nor any thing to any, if
Flo. I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
Flo. Though destiny say no. Be merry (Gentle)
Flo. Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing
Flo. That you behold the while. Your guests are comming: