Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fer. While I sit lazy by.
Mir. Mir.
Mir. It would become me
Mir. As well as it do's you; and I should do it
Mir. With much more ease: for my good will is to it,
Mir. And yours it is against.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Poore worme thou art infected,
Pro. This visitation shewes it.
Mir. You looke wearily.
Fer. Fer.
Fer. No, noble Mistris, 'tis fresh morning with me
Fer. When you are by at night: I do beseech you
Fer. Cheefely, that I might set it in my prayers,
Fer. What is your name?
Mir. Miranda, O my Father,
Mir. I haue broke your hest to say so.