Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Ros. Exit. Sil.
Ros. Enter Oliuer.
Oliu. Oliu.
Oliu. Good morrow, faire ones: pray you, (if you know)
Oliu. Where in the Purlews of this Forrest, stands
Oliu. A
Oliu. As you like it.
Oliu. A sheep‐coat, fenc'd about with Oliue‑trees.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbor bottom
Cel. The ranke of Oziers, by the murmuring streame
Cel. Left on your right hand, brings you to the place:
Cel. But at this howre, the house doth keepe it selfe,
Cel. There's none within.
Oli. Oli.
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Oli. Then should I know you by description,
Oli. Such garments, and such yeeres: the boy is faire,
Oli. Of femall fauour, and bestowes himself
Oli. Like a ripe sister: the woman low