Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. And pray her to a fault, for which I chid her.
Iul. What 'foole is she, that knowes I am a Maid,
Iul. And would not force the letter to my view?
Iul. Since Maides, in modesty, say no to that,
Iul. Which they would haue the profferer construe, I.
Iul. Fie, fie: how way‑ward is this foolish loue;
Iul. That (like a testie Babe) will scratch the Nurse,
Iul. And presently, all humbled kisse the Rod?
Iul. How churlishly, I chid Lucetta hence,
Iul. When willingly, I would haue had her here?
Iul. How angerly I taught my brow to frowne,
Iul. When inward ioy enforc'd my heart to smile?
Iul. My pennance is, to call Lucetta backe
Iul. And aske remission, for my folly past.
Iul. What hoe: Lucetta.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. What would your Ladiship?
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Is't neere dinner time?