Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oli. Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,
Oli. And cride in fainting vpon Rosalinde.
Oli. Briefe, I recouer'd him, bound vp his wound,
Oli. And after some small space, being strong at heart,
Oli. He sent me hither, stranger as I am
Oli. To tell this story, that you might excuse
Oli. His broken promise, and to giue this napkin
Oli. Died in this bloud, vnto the Shepheard youth,
Oli. That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Why how now Ganimed, sweet Ganimed.
Oli. Oli.
Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on bloud.
Cel. There is more in it; Cosen Ganimed.
Oli. Looke, he recouers.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. I would I were at home.