Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iaq. Is not this a rare fellow my Lord? He's as good
Iaq. at any thing, and yet a foole.
Du. Se. Du. Se.
Du. Se. He vses his folly like a stalking‑horse, and vn
Du. Se. der the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
Du. Se. Enter Hymen, Rosalind, and Celia.
Du. Se. Still Musicke.
Hymen. Hymen.
Hymen. Still Musicke.
Hymen. Hymen. Then is there mirth in heauen,
Hymen. When earthly things made eauen
Hymen. attone together.
Hymen. Good Duke receiue thy daughter,
Hymen. Hymen from Heauen brought her,
Hymen. Yea brought her hether.
Hymen. That thou mightst ioyne his hand with his,
Hymen. Whose heart within his bosome is.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. To you I giue my selfe, for I am yours.