Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. Ran on the greene‑sord: Nothing she do’s, or seems
Pol. But smackes of something greater then her selfe,
Pol. Too Noble for this place.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. He tels her something
Cam. That makes her blood looke on’t: Good sooth she is
Cam. The Queene of Curds and Creame.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Come on: strike vp.
Dorcas. Dorcas.
Dorcas. Mopsa must be your Mistris: marry Garlick
Dorcas. to mend her kissing with.
Mop. Mop.
Mop. Now in good time.
Clo. Not a word, a word, we stand vpon our manners,
Clo. Come, strike vp.
Clo. Heere a Daunce of Shepheards and
Clo. Shephearddesses.
Pol. Pol.