Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iaq. It was a crest ere thou wast borne,
Iaq. Thy fathers father wore it,
Iaq. And thy father bore it,
Iaq. The horne, the horne, the lusty horne,
Iaq. Is not a thing to laugh to scorne.
Iaq. Exeunt.
Iaq. Scœna Tertia.
Iaq. [Act 4, Scene 3]
Iaq. Enter Rosalind and Celia.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. How say you now, is it not past two a clock?
Ros. And heere much Orlando.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. I warrant you, with pure loue, & troubled brain,
Cel. Enter Siluius.
Cel. He hath t'ane his bow and arrowes, and is gone forth
Cel. To sleepe: looke who comes here.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. My errand is to you, faire youth,
Sil. My gentle Phebe, did bid me giue you this: