Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. A thousand blushing apparitions,
Fri. To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames,
Fri. In Angel whitenesse beare away those blushes,
Fri. And in her eie there hath appear'd a fire
Fri. To burne the errors that these Princes hold
Fri. Against her maiden truth. Call me a foole,
Fri. Trust not my reading, nor my obseruations,
Fri. Which with experimental seàle doth warrant
Fri. The tenure of my booke: trust not my age,
Fri. My reuerence, calling, nor diuinitie,
Fri. If this sweet Ladie lye not guiltlesse heere,
Fri. Vnder some biting error.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Friar, it cannot be:
Leo. Thou seest that all the Grace that she hath left,
Leo. Is, that she wil not adde to her damnation,
Leo. A sinne of periury, she not denies it:
Leo. Why seek'st thou then to couer with excuse,
Leo. That which appeares in proper nakednesse?
Fri. Fri.