Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. uer, as a puisny Tilter, yt spurs his horse but on one side,
Cel. breakes his staffe like a noble goose; but all's braue that
Cel. youth mounts, and folly guides: who comes heere?
Cel. Enter Corin.
Corin. Corin.
Corin. Mistresse and Master, you haue oft enquired
Corin. After the Shepheard that complain'd of loue,
Corin. Who you saw sitting by me on the Turph,
Corin. Praising the proud disdainfull Shepherdesse
Corin. That was his Mistresse.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Well: and what of him?
Cor. Cor.
Cor. If you will see a pageant truely plaid
Cor. Betweene the pale complexion of true Loue,
Cor. And the red glowe of scorne and prowd disdaine,
Cor. Goe hence a little, and I shall conduct you
Cor. If you will marke it.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. O come, let vs remoue,