Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. Which else runnes tickling vp and downe the veines,
Iohn. Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes,
Iohn. And straine their cheekes to idle merriment,
Iohn. A passion hatefull to my purposes:
Iohn. Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes,
Iohn. Heare me without thine eares, and make reply
Iohn. Without a tongue, vsing conceit alone,
Iohn. Without eyes, eares, and harmefull sound of words:
Iohn. Then, in despight of brooded watchfull day,
Iohn. I would into thy bosome poure my thoughts:
Iohn. But (ah) I will not, yet I loue thee well,
Iohn. And by my troth I thinke thou lou'st me well.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. So well, that what you bid me vndertake,
Hub. Though that my death were adiunct to my Act,
Hub. By heauen I would doe it.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Doe not I know thou wouldst?
Iohn. Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert throw thine eye
Iohn. On yon young boy: Ile tell thee what my friend,