Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iach. She stript it from her Arme: I see her yet:
Iach. Her pretty Action, did out‑sell her guift,
Iach. And yet enrich'd it too: she gaue it me,
Iach. And said, she priz'd it once.
Post. Post.
Post. May be, she pluck'd it off
Post. To send it me.
Iach. Iach.
Iach. She writes so to you? doth shee?
Post. O no, no, no, 'tis true. Heere, take this too,
Post. It is a Basiliske vnto mine eye,
Post. Killes me to looke on't: Let there be no Honor,
Post. Where there is Beauty: Truth, where semblance: Loue,
Post. Where there's another man. The Vowes of Women,
Post. Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,
Post. Then they are to their Vertues, which is nothing:
Post. O, aboue measure false.
Phil. Phil.
Phil. Haue patience Sir,