Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. Verely?
Her. You put me off with limber Vowes: but I,
Her. Though you would seek t’vnsphere the Stars with Oaths,
Her. Should yet say, Sir, no going: Verely
Her. You shall not goe; a Ladyes Verely 'is
Her. As potent as a Lords. Will you goe yet?
Her. Force me to keepe you as a Prisoner,
Her. Not like a Guest: so you shall pay your Fees
Her. When you depart, and saue your Thanks. How say you?
Her. My Prisoner? or my Guest? by your dread Verely,
Her. One of them you shall be.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. Your Guest then, Madame:
Pol. To be your Prisoner, should import offending;
Pol. Which is for me, lesse easie to commit,
Pol. Then you to punish.
Her. Her.
Her. Not your Gaoler then,
Her. But your kind Hostesse. Come, Ile question you
Her. Of my Lords Tricks, and yours, when you were Boyes: