Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ol. Ol.
Ol. And you faire sister.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Oh my deere Orlando, how it greeues me to see
Ros. thee weare thy heart in a scarfe.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. It is my arme.
Ros. I thought thy heart had beene wounded with
Ros. the clawes of a Lion.
Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a Lady.
Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeyted
Ros. to sound, when he shew'd me your handkercher?
Orl. I, and greater wonders then that.
Ros. O, I know where you are: nay, tis true: there
Ros. was neuer any thing so sodaine, but the fight of two