Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ser. I: the most peerelesse peece of Earth, I thinke,
Ser. That ere the Sunne shone bright on.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. Oh Hermione,
Paul. As euery present Time doth boast it selfe
Paul. Aboue a better, gone; so must thy Graue
Paul. Giue way to what’s seene now. Sir, you your selfe
Paul. Haue said, and writ so; but your writing now
Paul. Is colder then that Theame: she had not beene,
Paul. Nor was not to be equall’d, thus your Verse
Paul. Flow’d with her Beautie once; 'tis shrewdly ebb’d,
Paul. To say you haue seene a better.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. Pardon, Madame:
Ser. The one, I haue almost forgot (your pardon:)
Ser. The other, when she ha’s obtayn’d your Eye,
Ser. Will haue your Tongue too. This is a Creature,
Ser. Would she begin a Sect, might quench the zeale
Ser. Of all Professors else; make Proselytes
Ser. Of who she but bid Follow.