Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Perd. To strew him o’re, and ore.
Flo. Flo.
Flo. What? like a Coarse?
Perd. Perd.
Perd. No, like a banke, for Loue to lye, and play on:
Perd. Not like a Coarse: or if: not to be buried,
Perd. But quicke, and in mine armes. Come, take your flours,
Perd. Me thinkes I play as I haue seene them do
Perd. In Whitson‑Pastorals: Sure this Robe of mine
Perd. Do’s change my disposition:
Flo. What you do,
Flo. Still betters what is done. When you speake (Sweet)
Flo. I’ld haue you do it euer: When you sing,
Flo. I’ld haue you buy, and sell so: so giue Almes,
Flo. Pray so: and for the ord’ring your Affayres,
Flo. To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you
Flo. A waue o’th Sea, that you might euer do
Flo. Nothing but that: moue still, still so:
Flo. And owne no other Function. Each your doing,