Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sol. As the dogge Iew did vtter in the streets;
Sol. My daughter, O my ducats, O my daughter,
Sol. Fled with a Christian, O my Christian ducats!
Sol. Iustice, the law, my ducats, and my daughter;
Sol. A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,
Sol. Of double ducats, stolne from me by my daughter,
Sol. And iewels, two stones, two rich and precious stones,
Sol. Stolne by my daughter: iustice, finde the girle,
Sol. She hath the stones vpon her, and the ducats.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. Why all the boyes in Venice follow him,
Sal. Crying his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.
Sol. Sol.
Sol. Let good Anthonio looke he keepe his day
Sol. Or he shall pay for this.
Sal. Marry well remembred,
Sal. I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday,
Sal. Who told me, in the narrow seas that part
Sal. The French and English, there miscaried