Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vio. My Father had a daughter lou'd a man
Vio. As it might be perhaps, were I a woman
Vio. I should your Lordship.
Du. Du.
Du. And what's her history?
Vio. Vio.
Vio. A blanke my Lord: she neuer told her loue,
Vio. But let concealment like a worme i'th budde
Vio. Feede on her damaske cheeke: she pin'd in thought,
Vio. And with a greene and yellow melancholly,
Vio. She sate like Patience on a Monument,
Vio. Smiling at greefe. Was not this loue indeede?
Vio. We men may say more, sweare more, but indeed
Vio. Our shewes are more then will: for still we proue
Vio. Much in our vowes, but little in our loue.
Du. But di'de thy sister of her loue my Boy?
Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers house,
Vio. And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.