Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lu. Indeede I bid the base for Protheus.
Iu. Iu.
Iu. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me;
Iu. Here is a coile with protestation:
Iu. Goe, get you gone: and let the papers lye:
Iu. You would be fingring them, to anger me.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. She makes it strãgestrange, but she would be best pleas'd
Lu. To be so angred with another Letter.
Iu. Nay, would I were so angred with the same:
Iu. Oh hatefull hands, to teare such louing words;
Iu. Iniurious Waspes, to feede on such sweet hony,
Iu. And kill the Bees that yeelde it, with your stings:
Iu. Ile kisse each seuerall paper, for amends:
Iu. Looke, here is writ, kinde Iulia: vnkinde Iulia,
Iu. As in reuenge of thy ingratitude,
Iu. I throw thy name against the bruzing-stones,
Iu. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdaine.
Iu. And here is writ, Loue wounded Protheus.