Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Orl. You touch'd my veine at first, the thorny point
Orl. Of bare distresse, hath tane from me the shew
Orl. Of smooth ciuility: yet am I in‑land bred,
Orl. And know some nourture: But forbeare, I say,
Orl. He dies that touches any of this fruite,
Orl. Till I, and my affaires are answered.
Iaq. Iaq.
Iaq. And you will not be answer'd with reason,
Iaq. I must dye.
Du. Sen. Du. Sen.
Du. Sen. What would you haue?
Du. Sen. Your gentlenesse shall force, more then your force
Du. Sen. Moue vs to gentlenesse.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. I almost die for food, and let me haue it.
Du. Sen. Sit downe and feed, & welcom to our table
Orl. Speake you so gently? Pardon me I pray you,
Orl. I thought that all things had bin sauage heere,