Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. Who chooseth me, shall haue as much as he deserues.
Ar. Did I deserue no more then a fooles head,
Ar. Is that my prize, are my deserts no better?
Por. Por.
Por. To offend and iudge are distinct offices,
Por. And of opposed natures.
Ar. Ar.
Ar. What is here?
Ar. The fier seauen times tried this,
Ar. Seauen times tried that iudgement is,
Ar. That did neuer choose amis,
Ar. Some there be that shadowes kisse,
Ar. Such haue but a shadowes blisse:
Ar. There be fooles aliue Iwis
Ar. Siluer'd o're, and so was this:
Ar. Take what wife you will to bed,
Ar. I will euer be your head:
Ar. So be gone, you are sped.
Ar. Still more foole I shall appeare