Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Old. L. For all this spice of your Hipocrisie:
Old. L. You that haue so faire parts of Woman on you,
Old. L. Haue (too) a Womans heart, which euer yet
Old. L. Affected Eminence, Wealth, Soueraignty;
Old. L. Which, to say sooth, are Blessings; and which guifts
Old. L. (Sauing your mincing) the capacity
Old. L. Of your soft Chiuerell Conscience, would receiue,
Old. L. If you might please to stretch it.
Anne. Anne.
Anne. Nay, good troth.
Old L. Old L.
Old L. Yes troth, & troth; you would not be a Queen?
Anne. No, not for all the riches vnder Heauen.
Old. L. Old. L.
Old. L. Tis strange; a threepence bow'd would hire me
Old. L. Old as I am, to Queene it: but I pray you,
Old. L. What thinke you of a Dutchesse? Haue you limbs
Old. L. To beare that load of Title?
An. An.