Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Flo. (So singular, in each particular)
Flo. Crownes what you are doing, in the present deeds,
Flo. That all your Actes, are Queenes.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. O Doricles,
Perd. Your praises are too large: but that your youth
Perd. And the true blood which peepes fairely through’t,
Perd. Do plainly giue you out an vnstain’d Shepherd
Perd. With wisedome, I might feare (my Doricles)
Perd. You woo’d me the false way.
Flo. Flo.
Flo. I thinke you haue
Flo. As little skill to feare, as I haue purpose
Flo. To put you to’t. But come, our dance I pray,
Flo. Your hand (my Perdita:) so Turtles paire
Flo. That neuer meane to part.
Perd. Ile sweare for 'em.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. This is the prettiest Low‑borne Lasse, that euer