Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. will diuide a minute into a thousand parts, and breake
Ros. but a part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs
Ros. of loue, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapt
Ros. him oth' shoulder, but Ile warrant him heart hole.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. Pardon me deere Rosalind.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Nay, and you be so tardie, come no more in my
Ros. sight, I had as liefe be woo'd of a Snaile.
Orl. Of a Snaile?
Ros. I, of a Snaile: for though he comes slowly, hee
Ros. carries his house on his head; a better ioyncture I thinke
Ros. then you make a woman: besides, he brings his destinie
Ros. with him.
Orl. What's that?
Ros. Why hornes: wc such as you are faine to be be