Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul: Pitty the dearth that I haue pined in,
Iul: By longing for that food so long a time.
Iul: Didst thou but know the inly touch of Loue,
Iul: Thou wouldst as soone goe kindle fire with snow
Iul: As seeke to quench the fire of Loue with words.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. I doe not seeke to quench your Loues hot fire,
Luc. But qualifie the fires extreame rage,
Luc. Lest it should burne aboue the bounds of reason.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. The more thou dam'st it vp, the more it burnes:
Iul. The Current that with gentle murmure glides
Iul. (Thou know'st) being stop'd, impatiently doth rage:
Iul. But when his faire course is not hindered,
Iul. He makes sweet musicke with th'enameld stones,
Iul. Giuing a gentle kisse to euery sedge
Iul. He ouer‑taketh in his pilgrimage.
Iul. And so by many winding nookes he straies
Iul. With willing sport to the wilde Ocean.
Iul. Then let me goe, and hinder not my course: