Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Saw you my daughter?
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Neither.
Du. Du.
Du. Why then
Du. She's fled vnto that peasant, Valentine;
Du. And Eglamoure is in her Company:
Du. 'Tis true; for Frier Laurence met them both
Du. As he, in pennance wander'd through the Forrest:
Du. Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she,
Du. But being mask'd, he was not sure of it.
Du. Besides, she did intend Confession
Du. At Patricks Cell this euen, and there she was not.
Du. These likelihoods confirme her flight from hence;
Du. Therefore I pray you stand, not to discourse,
Du. But mount you presently, and meete with me
Du. Vpon the rising of the Mountaine foote
Du. That leads toward Mantua, wether they are fled:
Du. Dispatch (sweet Gentlemen) and follow me.
Thu. Thu.