Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aut. and my name put in the booke of Vertue.
Aut. Song.
Aut. Iog‑on, Iog‑on, the foot‑path way,
Aut. And merrily hent the Stile‑a:
Aut. A merry heart goes all the day,
Aut. Your sad tyres in a Mile‑a.
Aut. Exit.
Aut. Scena Quarta.
Aut. [Act 4, Scene 4]
Aut. Enter Florizell, Perdita, Shepherd, Clowne, Polixenes, Ca
Aut. millo, Mopsa, Dorcas, Seruants, Autolicus.
Flo. Flo.
Flo. These your vnvsuall weeds, to each part of you
Flo. Do’s giue a life: no Shepherdesse, but Flora
Flo. Peering in Aprils front. This your sheepe‑shearing,
Flo. Is as a meeting of the petty Gods,
Flo. And you the Queene on’t.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. Sir: my gracious Lord,
Perd. To chide at your extreames, it not becomes me: