Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Beat. Curtesie it selfe must conuert to Disdaine, if you come in
Beat. her presence.
Bene. Bene.
Bene. Then is curtesie a turneȑcoate, but it is cer
Bene. taine I am loued of all Ladies, onely you excepted: and
Bene. I would I could finde in my heart that I had not a hard
Bene. heart, for truely I loue none.
Beat. Beat.
Beat. A deere happinesse to women, they would else
Beat. haue beene troubled with a pernitious Suter, I thanke
Beat. God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that, I
Beat. had rather heare my Dog barke at a Crow, than a man
Beat. sweare he loues me.
Bene. God keepe your Ladiship still in that minde,
Bene. so some Gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate
Bene. scratcht face.
Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, and 'twere
Beat. such a face as yours were.