Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Let vs confesse, and turne it to a iest.
Que. Que.
Que. Amaz'd my Lord? Why lookes your Highnes
Que. sadde?
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. Helpe hold his browes, hee'l sound: why looke
Rosa. you pale?
Rosa. Sea‑sicke I thinke comming from Muscouie.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Thus poure the stars down plagues for periury.
Ber. Can any face of brasse hold longer out?
Ber. Heere stand I, Ladie dart thy skill at me,
Ber. Bruise me with scorne, confound me with a flout.
Ber. Thrust thy sharpe wit quite through my ignorance.
Ber. Cut me to peeces with thy keene conceit:
Ber. And I will wish thee neuer more to dance,
Ber. Nor neuer more in Russian habit waite.
Ber. O! neuer will I trust to speeches pen'd,
Ber. Nor to the motion of a Schoole‑boies tongue.
Ber. Nor neuer come in vizard to my friend,