Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ophe. You must sing downe a‑downe, and you call
Ophe. him a‑downe‑a. Oh, how the wheele becomes it? It is
Ophe. the false steward that stole his masters daughter.
Laer. Laer.
Laer. This nothings more then matter.
Ophe. Ophe.
Ophe. There's Rosemary, that's for Remembraunce.
Ophe. Pray loue remember: and there is Paconcies, that's for
Ophe. Thoughts.
Laer. A document in madnesse, thoughts & remem
Laer. brance fitted.
Ophe. There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's
Ophe. Rew for you, and heere's some for me. Wee may call it
Ophe. Herbe Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew
Ophe. with a difference. There's a Daysie, I would giue you
Ophe. some Violets, but they wither'd all when my Father dy
Ophe. ed: They say, he made a good end;
Ophe. For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.