Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mor. Thou doost deserue enough, and yet enough
Mor. May not extend so farre as to the Ladie:
Mor. And yet to be afeard of my deseruing,
Mor. Were but a weake disabling of my selfe.
Mor. As much as I deserue, why that's the Lady.
Mor. I doe in birth deserue her, and in fortunes,
Mor. In graces, and in qualities of breeding:
Mor. But more then these, in loue I doe deserue.
Mor. What if I strai'd no farther, but chose here?
Mor. Let's see once more this saying grau'd in gold.
Mor. Who chooseth me shall gaine what many men desire:
Mor. Why that's the Lady, all the world desires her:
Mor. From the foure corners of the earth they come
Mor. To kisse this shrine, this mortall breathing Saint.
Mor. The Hircanion deserts, and the vaste wildes
Mor. Of wide Arabia are as throughfares now
Mor. For Princes to come view faire Portia.
Mor. The waterie Kingdome, whose ambitious head
Mor. Spets in the face of heauen, is no barre
Mor. To stop the forraine spirits, but they come