Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Boy. Arme Wenches arme, incounters mounted are,
Boy. Against your Peace, Loue doth approach, disguis'd:
Boy. Armed in arguments, you'll be surpriz'd.
Boy. Muster your Wits, stand in your owne defence,
Boy. Or hide your heads like Cowards, and flie hence.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Saint Dennis to S. Cupid: What are they,
Qu. That charge their breath against vs? Say scout say.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. Vnder the coole shade of a Siccamore,
Boy. I thought to close mine eyes some halfe an houre:
Boy. When lo to interrupt my purpos'd rest,
Boy. Toward that shade I might behold addrest,
Boy. The King and his companions: warely
Boy. I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
Boy. And ouerheard, what you shall ouerheare:
Boy. That by and by disguis'd they will be heere.
Boy. Their Herald is a pretty knauish Page:
Boy. That well by heart hath con'd his embassage,
Boy. Action and accent did they teach him there.