Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Flo. Flo.
Flo. My good Camillo,
Flo. She’s as forward, of her Breeding, as
Flo. She is i’th’reare’our Birth.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pitty
Cam. She lacks Instructions, for she seemes a Mistresse
Cam. To most that teach.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. Your pardon Sir, for this,
Perd. Ile blush you Thanks.
Flo. My prettiest Perdita.
Flo. But O, the Thornes we stand vpon: (Camillo)
Flo. Preseruer of my Father, now of me,
Flo. The Medicine of our House: how shall we doe?
Flo. We are not furnish’d like Bohemia's Sonne,
Flo. Nor shall appeare in Sicilia.
Cam. My Lord,