Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. Now therefore would I haue thee to my Tutor
Duk. (For long agone I haue forgot to court,
Duk. Besides the fashion of the time is chang'd)
Duk. How, and which way I may bestow my selfe
Duk. To be regarded in her sun‑bright eye.
Val. Val.
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respest not words,
Val. Dumbe Iewels often in their silent kinde
Val. More then quicke words, doe moue a womans minde.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. But she did scorne a present that I sent her,
Val. A woman somtime scorns what best cōtentscontents her.
Val. Send her another: neuer giue her ore,
Val. For scorne at first, makes after‑loue the more.
Val. If she doe frowne, 'is not in hate of you,
Val. But rather to beget more loue in you.
Val. If she doe chide, 'tis not to haue you gone,
Val. For why, the fooles are mad, if left alone.
Val. Take no repulse, what euer she doth say,