Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sp. selfe; And so, Sir, I'le commend you to my Master.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to saue your Ship from wrack,
Pro. Which cannot perish hauing thee aboarde,
Pro. Being destin'd to a drier death on shore;
Pro. I must goe send some better Messenger,
Pro. I feare my Iulia would not daigne my lines,
Pro. Receiuing them from such a worthlesse post.
Pro. Exit.
Pro. Scœna Secunda.
Pro. [Act 1, Scene 2]
Pro. Enter Iulia and Lucetta.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. But say Luceita (now we are alone)
Iul. Would'st thou then counsaile me to fall in loue?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. I Madam, so you stumble not vnheedfully.
Iul. Of all the faire resort of Gentlemen,
Iul. That euery day with par'le encounter me,