Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong,
Ros. It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. O, I am yours, and all that I possesse.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. All the foole mine.
Ber. I cannot giue you lesse.
Ros. Which of the Vizards what it that you wore?
Ber. Where? when? What Vizard?
Ber. Why demand you this?
Ros. There, then, that vizard, that superfluous case,
Ros. That hid the worse, and shew'd the better face.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. We are discried,
Kin. They'l mocke vs now downeright.
Du. Du.