Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. Is now conuerted. But now I was the Lord
Por. Of this faire mansion, master of my seruants,
Por. Queene ore my selfe: and euen now, but now,
Por. This house, these seruants, and this same my selfe
Por. Are yours, my Lord, I giue them with this ring,
Por. Which when you part from, loose, or giue away,
Por. Let it presage the ruine of your loue,
Por. And be my vantage to exclaime on you.
Bass. Bass.
Bass. Maddam, you haue bereft me of all words,
Bass. Onely my bloud speakes to you in my vaines,
Bass. And there is such confusion in my powers,
Bass. As after some oration fairely spoke
Bass. By a beloued Prince, there doth appeare
Bass. Among the buzzing pleased multitude,
Bass. Where euery something being blent together,
Bass. Turnes to a wilde of nothing, saue of ioy
Bass. Exprest, and not exprest: but when this ring
Bass. Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence,
Bass. O then be bold to say Bassanio's dead.