Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ol. Fit for the Mountaines, and the barbarous Caues,
Ol. Where manners nere were preach'd: out of my sight.
Ol. Be not offended, deere Cesario:
Ol. Rudesbey be gone. I prethee gentle friend,
Ol. Let thy fayre wisedome, not thy passsion sway
Ol. In this vnciuill, and vniust extent
Ol. Against thy peace. Go with me to my house,
Ol. And heare thou there how many fruitlesse prankes
Ol. This Ruffian hath botch'd vp, that thou thereby
Ol. Mayst smile at this: Thou shalt not choose but goe:
Ol. Do not denie, beshrew his soule for mee,
Ol. He started one poore heart of mine, in thee.
Seb. Seb.
Seb. What rellish is in this? How runs the streame?
Seb. Or I am mad, or else this is a dreame:
Seb. Let fancie still my sense in Lethe steepe,
Seb. If it be thus to dreame, still let me sleepe.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. Nay come I prethee, would thoud'st be rul'd by me