Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mir. Any Companion in the world but you:
Mir. Nor can imagination forme a shape
Mir. Besides your selfe, to like of: but I prattle
Mir. Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts
Mir. I therein do forget.
Fer. Fer.
Fer. I am, in my condition
Fer. A Prince (Miranda) I do thinke a King
Fer. (I would not so) and would no more endure
Fer. This wodden slauerie, then to suffer
Fer. The flesh‑flie blow my mouth: heare my soule speake.
Fer. The verie instant that I saw you, did
Fer. My heart flie to your seruice, there resides
Fer. To make me slaue to it, and for your sake
Fer. Am I this patient Logge‑man.
Mir. Mir.
Mir. Do you loue me?
Fer. O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this sound,
Fer. And crowne what I professe with kinde euent