Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prin. Nothing, vnlesse you render her againe.
Clau. Clau.
Clau. Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulnes:
Clau. There Leonato, take her backe againe,
Clau. Giue not this rotten Orenge to your friend,
Clau. Shee's but the signe and semblance of her honour:
Clau. Behold how like a maid she blushes heere!
Clau. O what authoritie and shew of truth
Clau. Can cunning sinne couer it selfe withall!
Clau. Comes not that bloud, as modest euidence,
Clau. To witnesse simple Vertue? would you not sweare
Clau. All you that see her, that she were a maide,
Clau. By these exterior shewes? But she is none:
Clau. She knowes the heat of a luxurious bed:
Clau. Her blush is guiltinesse, not modestie.
Leonato. Leonato.
Leonato. What doe you meane, my Lord?
Clau. Not to be married,
Clau. Not to knit my soule to an approued wanton.