Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. There is no womans sides
Du. Can
Du. Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
Du. Can bide the beating of so strong a pass sion,
Du. As loue doth giue my heart: no womans heart
Du. So bigge, to hold so much, they lacke retention.
Du. Alas, their loue may be call'd appetite,
Du. No motion of the Liuer, but the Pallat,
Du. That suffer surfet, cloyment, and reuolt,An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Du. But mine is all as hungry as the Sea,
Du. And can digest as much, make no compare
Du. Betweene that loue a woman can beare me,
Du. And that I owe Oliuia.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. I but I know.
Du. Du.
Du. What dost thou knowe?
Vio. Too well what loue women to men may owe:
Vio. In faith they are as true of heart, as we.