Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Long. Ay me, I am forsworne.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Why he comes in like a periure, wearing papers.
Long. Long.
Long. In loue I hope, sweet fellowship in shame.
Ber. One drunkard loues another of the name.
Lon. Lon.
Lon. Am I the first yͭ that haue been periur'd so?
Ber. I could put thee in comfort, not by two that I (know
Ber. Thou makest the triumphery, the corner cap of societie,
Ber. The shape of Loues Tiburne, that hangs vp simplicitie.
Lon. I feare these stubborn lines lack power to moue.
Lon. O sweet Maria, Empresse of my Loue,
Lon. These numbers will I teare, and write in prose.
Ber. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hose,
Ber. Disfigure not his Shop.