Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him?
Duk. Duk.
Duk. No, trust me, She is peeuish, sullen, froward,
Duk. Prowd, disobedient, stubborne, lacking duty,
Duk. Neither regarding that she is my childe,
Duk. Nor fearing me, as if I were her father:
Duk. And may I say to thee, this pride of hers
Duk. (Vpon aduice) hath drawne my loue from her,
Duk. And where I thought the remnant of mine age
Duk. Should haue beene cherish'd by her child‑like dutie,
Duk. I now am full resolu'd to take a wife,
Duk. And turne her out, to who will take her in:
Duk. Then let her beauty be her wedding dowre:
Duk. For me, and my possessions she esteemes not.
Val. Val.
Val. What would your Grace haue me to do in this?
Duk. There is a Lady in Verona heere
Duk. Whom I affect: but she is nice, and coy,
Duk. And naught esteemes my aged eloquence.