Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Read. Art thou god, to Shepherd turn'd>
Ros. That a maidens heart hath burn'd.
Ros. Can a vvoman raile thus?
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Call you this railing?
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Read. Why, thy godhead laid a part,
Ros. War'st thou with a womans heart?
Ros. Did you euer heare such railing?
Ros. Whiles the eye of man did wooe me,
Ros. That could do no vengeance to me.
Ros. Meaning me a beast.
Ros. If the scorne of your bright eine
Ros. Haue power to raise such loue in mine,
Ros. Alacke, in me, what strange effect
Ros. Would they worke in milde aspect?
Ros. Whiles you chid me, I did loue,
Ros. How then might your praiers moue?
Ros. He that brings this loue to thee,
Ros. Little knowes this Loue in me: