Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. There is an ayre comes from her. What fine Chizzell
Leo. Could euer yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
Leo. For I will kisse her.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. Good my Lord, forbeare:
Paul. The ruddinesse vpon her Lippe, is wet:
Paul. You’le marre it, if you kisse it; stayne your owne
Paul. With Oyly Painting: shall I draw the Curtaine.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. No: not these twentie yeeres.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. So long could I
Perd. Stand‑by, a looker‑on.
Paul. Either forbeare,
Paul. Quit presently the Chappell, or resolue you
Paul. For more amazement: if you can behold it,
Paul. Ile make the Statue moue indeed; descend,
Paul. And take you by the hand: but then you’le thinke
Paul. (Which I protest against) I am assisted