Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pan. Commends himself most affectionately to you.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. You shall not bob vs out of our melody:
Hel. if you doe, out melancholly vpon your head.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Sweete Queene, sweete Queene, that's a sweete
Pan. Queene I faith⸺
Hel. And to make a sweet Lady sad, is a sower offence.
Pan. Nay, that shall not serue your turne that shall it
Pan. not in truth la. Nay, I care not for such words, no, no.
Pan. And my Lord he desires you, that if the King call for him
Pan. at Supper, you will make his excuse.
Hel. My Lord Pandarus?
Pan. What saies my sweete Queene, my very, very
Pan. sweete Queene?
Par. Par.