Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Qu.
Qu. I in truth, my Lord.
Qu. Trim gallants, full of Courtship and of state.
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. Madam speake true. It is not so my Lord:
Rosa. My Ladie (to the manner of the daies)
Rosa. In curtesie giues vndeseruing praise.
Rosa. We foure indeed confronted were with foure
Rosa. In Russia habit: Heere they stayed an houre,
Rosa. And talk'd apace: and in that houre (my Lord)
Rosa. They did not blesse vs with one happy word.
Rosa. I dare not call them fooles; but this I thinke,
Rosa. When they are thirstie, fooles would faine haue drinke.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. This iest is drie to me. Gentle sweete,
Ber. Your wits makes wise things foolish when we greete
Ber. With eies best seeing, heauens fierie eie:
Ber. By light we loose light; your capacitie
Ber. Is of that nature, that to your huge stoore,
Ber. Wise things seeme foolish, and rich things but poore.