Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sil. Not very well, but I haue met him oft,
Sil. And he hath bought the Cottage and the bounds
Sil. That the old Carlot once was Master of.
Phe. Phe.
Phe. Thinke not I loue him, though I ask for him,
Phe. 'Tis but a peeuish boy, yet he talkes well,
Phe. But what care I for words? yet words do well
Phe. When he that speakes them pleases those that heare:
Phe. It is a pretty youth, not very prettie,
Phe. But sure hee's proud, and yet his pride becomes him;
Phe. Hee'll make a proper man: the best thing in him
Phe. Is his complexion: and faster then his tongue
Phe. Did make offence, his eye did heale it vp:
Phe. He is not very tall, yet for his yeeres hee's tall:
Phe. His leg is but so so, and yet 'tis well:
Phe. There was a pretty rednesse in his lip,
Phe. A little riper, and more lustie red
Phe. Then that mixt in his cheeke: 'twas iust the difference
Phe. Betwixt the constant red, and mingled Damaske.
Phe. There be some women Siluius, had they markt him