Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Burg. Burg.
Burg. I will winke on her to consent, my Lord, if you will teach her to know my meaning: for Maides well Summer'd, and warme kept, are like Flyes at Bartholo- mew-tyde, blinde, though they haue their eyes, and then they will endure handling, which before would not abide looking on.
King. King.
King. This Morall tyes me ouer to Time, and a hot Summer; and so I shall catch the Flye, your Cousin, in the latter end, and shee must be blinde to.
Burg. As Loue is my Lord, before it loues.
King. It is so: and you may, some of you, thanke Loue for my blindnesse, who cannot see many a faire French Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in my way.
French King. French King.
French King. Yes my Lord, you see them perspec- tiuely: the Cities turn'd into a Maid; for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls, that Warre hath en- tred.
England. England.
England. Shall Kate be my Wife?
France. France.
France. So please you.
England. I am content, so the Maiden Cities you talke of, may wait on her: so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish, shall shew me the way to my Will.
France. Wee haue consented to all tearmes of rea- son.
England. Is't so, my Lords of England?