Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lon. Lon.
Lon. This same shall goe.
Lon. He reades the Sonnet.
Lon. Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye,
Lon. 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,
Lon. Perswade my heart to this false periurie?
Lon. Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment.
Lon. A Woman I forswore, but I will proue,
Lon. Thou being a Goddesse, I forswore not thee.
Lon. My Vow was earthly, thou a heauenly Loue.
Lon. Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me.
Lon. Vowes are but breath, and breath a vapour is.
Lon. Then thou faire Sun, which on my earth doest shine,
Lon. Exhalest this vapor‑vow, in thee it is:
Lon. If broken then, it is no fault of mine:
Lon. If by me broke, What foole is not so wise,
Lon. To loose an oath, to win a Paradise?
Ber. Ber.
Ber. This is the liuer veine, which makes flesh a deity.
Ber. A greene Goose, a Goddesse, pure pure Idolatry.