Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. Send her another: neuer giue her ore,
Val. For scorne at first, makes after‑loue the more.
Val. If she doe frowne, 'is not in hate of you,
Val. But rather to beget more loue in you.
Val. If she doe chide, 'tis not to haue you gone,
Val. For why, the fooles are mad, if left alone.
Val. Take no repulse, what euer she doth say,
Val. For, get you gon, she doth not meane away.
Val. Flatter, and praise, commend, extoll their graces:
Val. Though nere so blacke, say they haue Angells faces,
Val. That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man,
Val. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. But she I meane, is promis'd by her friends
Duk. Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth,
Duk. And kept seuerely from resort of men,
Duk. That no man hath accesse by day to her.
Val. Val.
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night.