Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Iul.
Iul. Counsaile, Lucetta, gentle girle assist me,
Iul. And eu'n in kinde loue, I doe coniure thee,
Iul. Who art the Table wherein all my thoughts
Iul. Are visibly Character'd, and engrau'd,
Iul. To lesson me, and tell me some good meane
Iul. How with my honour I may vndertake
Iul. A iourney to my louing Protheus.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Alas, the way is wearisome and long.
Iul. A true‑deuoted Pilgrime is not weary
Iul. To measure Kingdomes with his feeble steps,
Iul. Much lesse shall the that hath Loues wings to flie,
Iul. And when the flight is made to one so deere,
Iul. Of such diuine perfection as Sir Protheus.
Luc. Better forbeare, till Protheus make returne.
Iul: Iul:
Iul: Oh, know'st yu not, his looks are my foules food?