Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosse. Each way, and moue. I take my leaue of you:
Rosse. Shall not be long but Ile be heere againe:
Rosse. Things at the worst will cease, or else climbe vpward,
Rosse. To what they were before. My pretty Cosine,
Rosse. Blessing vpon you.
Wife. Wife.
Wife. Father'd he is,
Wife. And yet hee's Father‑lesse.
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. I am so much a Foole, should I stay longer
Rosse. It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort.
Rosse. I take my leaue at once.
Rosse. Exit Rosse.
Wife. Sirra, your Fathers dead,
Wife. And what will you do now? How will you liue?
Son. Son.
Son. As Birds do Mother.
Wife. What with Wormes, and Flyes?