Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. For, get you gon, she doth not meane away.
Val. Flatter, and praise, commend, extoll their graces:
Val. Though nere so blacke, say they haue Angells faces,
Val. That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man,
Val. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. But she I meane, is promis'd by her friends
Duk. Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth,
Duk. And kept seuerely from resort of men,
Duk. That no man hath accesse by day to her.
Val. Val.
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night.
Duk. I, but the doores be lockt, and keyes kept safe,
Duk. That no man hath recourse to her by night.
Ual. Ual.
Ual. What letts but one may enter at her window?
Duk. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,
Duk. And built so sheluing, that one cannot climbe it