Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Iul.
Iul. As much to him, else in his thanks too much.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Ah Iuliet, if the measure of thy ioy
Fri. Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more
Fri. To blason it, then sweeten with thy breath
Fri. This neighbour ayre, and let rich musickes tongue,
Fri. Vnfold the imagin'd happinesse that both
Fri. Receiue in either, by this deere encounter.
Iul. Conceit more rich in matter then in words,
Iul. Brags of his substance, not of Ornament:
Iul. They are but beggers that can count their worth,
Iul. But my true Loue is growne to such such excesse,
Iul. I cannot sum vp some of halfe my wealth.
Fri. Come, come with me, & we will make short worke,
Fri. For by your leaues, you shall not stay alone,
Fri. Till holy Church incorporate two in one.
Fri. [Act 3, Scene 1]