Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise,
Cel. Your Mistris shall be happie.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Gentleman,
Ros. Weare this for me: one out of suites with fortune
Ros. That could giue more, but that her hand lacks meanes.
Ros. Shall we goe Coze?
Cel. Cel.
Cel. I: fare you well faire Gentleman.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. Can I not say, I thanke you? My better parts
Orl. Are all throwne downe, and that which here stands vp
Orl. Is but a quintine, a meere liuelesse blocke.
Ros. He cals vs back: my pride fell with my fortunes,
Ros. Ile aske him what e would: Did you call Sir?
Ros. Sir, you haue wrastle well, and ouerthrowne
Ros. More then your enemis.
Cel. Will you goe Coze?