Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. That hid the worse, and shew'd the better face.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. We are discried,
Kin. They'l mocke vs now downeright.
Du. Du.
Du. Let vs confesse, and turne it to a iest.
Que. Que.
Que. Amaz'd my Lord? Why lookes your Highnes
Que. sadde?
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. Helpe hold his browes, hee'l sound: why looke
Rosa. you pale?
Rosa. Sea‑sicke I thinke comming from Muscouie.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Thus poure the stars down plagues for periury.
Ber. Can any face of brasse hold longer out?
Ber. Heere stand I, Ladie dart thy skill at me,
Ber. Bruise me with scorne, confound me with a flout.
Ber. Thrust thy sharpe wit quite through my ignorance.
Ber. Cut me to peeces with thy keene conceit: