Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Almost as well as I doe know my selfe.
Iul. To thinke vpon her woes, I doe protest
Iul. That I haue wept a hundred severall times.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Belike she thinks that Protheus hath forsook her?
Iul. Iul.
Iul. I thinke she doth: and that's her cause of sorrow.
Sil. Is she not passing faire?
Iul. She hath been fairer (Madam) than she is,
Iul. When she did thinke my Master lou'd her well;
Iul. She, in my iudgement, was as faire as you.
Iul. But since she did neglect her looking‑glasse
Iul. And threw her Sun‑expelling Masque away,
Iul. The ayre hath staru'd the roses in her cheekes,
Iul. And pinch'd the lilly‑tincture of her face,
Iul. That now she is become as blacke as I.
Sil. How tall was she?