Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pedro. Infaith Lady you haue a merry heart.
Beatr. Beatr.
Beatr. Yea my Lord I thanke it, poore foole it keepes
Beatr. on the windy side of Care, my coosin tells him in his eare
Beatr. that he is in my heart.
Clau. Clau.
Clau. And so she doth coosin.
Beat. Beat.
Beat. Good Lord for alliance: thus goes euery one
Beat. to the world but I, and I am sun‑burn'd, I may sit in a cor
Beat. ner and cry, heigh ho for a husband.
Pedro. Pedro.
Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.
Beat. I would rather haue one of your fathers getting:
Beat. hath your Grace ne're a brother like you? your father
Beat. got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. Will you haue me? Lady.