Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Well, better wits haue worne plain statute caps,
Ros. But vvill you heare; the King is my loue sworne.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. And quicke Berowne hath plighted faith to me.
Kat. Kat.
Kat. And Longauill was for my seruice borne.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Dumaine is mine as sure as barke on tree.
Boyet. Boyet.
Boyet. Madam, and prettie mistresses giue eare,
Boyet. Immediately they will againe be here
Boyet. In their owne shapes: for it can neuer be,
Boyet. They will digest this harsh indignitie.
Qu. Will they returne?
Boy. Boy.
Boy. They will they will, God knowes,
Boy. And leape for ioy, though they are lame with blowes:
Boy. Therefore change Fauours, and when they repaire,
Boy. Blow like sweet Roses, in this summer aire.