Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Du.
Du. Let all the rest giue place: Once more Cesario,
Du. Get thee to yond same soueraigne crueltie:
Du. Tell her my loue, more noble then the world
Du. Prizes not quantitie of dirtie lands,
Du. The parts that fortune hath bestow'd vpon her:
Du. Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune:
Du. But 'tis that miracle, and Queene of Iems
Du. That nature prankes her in, attracts my soule.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. But if she cannot loue you sir.
Du. It cannot be so answer'd.
Vio. Sooth but you must.
Vio. Say that some Lady, as perhappes there is,
Vio. Hath for your loue as great a pang of heart
Vio. As you haue for Oliuia: you cannot loue her:
Vio. You tel her so: Must she not then be answer'd?