Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Perd. Which then will speake, that you must change this pur (pose,
Perd. Or I my life.
Flo. Flo.
Flo. Thou deer’st Perdita,
Flo. With these forc’d thoughts, I prethee darken not
Flo. The Mirth o’th’Feast: Or Ile be thine (my Faire)
Flo. Or not my Fathers. For I cannot be
Flo. Mine owne, nor any thing to any, if
Flo. I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
Flo. Though destiny say no. Be merry (Gentle)
Flo. Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing
Flo. That you behold the while. Your guests are comming:
Flo. Lift vp your countenance, as it were the day
Flo. Of celebration of that nuptiall, which
Flo. We two haue sworne shall come.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. O Lady Fortune,
Perd. Stand you auspicious.
Flo. See, your Guests approach,