Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Lye at the proud foote of a Conqueror,
Bast. But when it first did helpe to wound it selfe.
Bast. Now, these her Princes are come home againe,
Bast. Come the three corners of the world in Armes,
Bast. And we shall shocke them: Naught shall make vs rue,
Bast. If England to it selfe, do rest but true.
Bast. Exeunt.
THE Two Gentlemen of Verona.
Actus primus, Scena prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Valentine: Protheus, and Speed.
Valentine. Valentine.
Valentine. CEase to perswade, my louing Protheus:
Valentine. Home‑keeping youth, haue euer homely wits,
Valentine. Wer't not affection chaines thy tender dayes
Valentine. To the sweet glaunces of thy honour'd Loue,
Valentine. I rather would entreat thy company,
Valentine. To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Valentine. Then (liuing dully sluggardiz'd at home)
Valentine. Weare out thy youth with shapelesse idlenesse,