Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pro. Oh, how this spring of loue resembleth
Pro. The vncertaine glory of an Aprill day,
Pro. Which now shewes all the beauty of the Sun,
Pro. And by and by a clowd takes all away.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Sir Protheus, your Fathers call's for you;
Pan. He is in hast, therefore I pray you go.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Why this it is: my heart accords thereto,
Pro. And yet a thousand times it answer's no.
Pro. Exeunt.
Pro. Finis.
Pro. Actus Secundus: Scœna Prima.
Pro. [Act 2, Scene 1]
Pro. Enter Valentine, Speed, Siluia.
Speed. Speed.
Speed. Sir, your Gloue.
Valen. Valen.
Valen. Not mine: my Gloues are on.
Sp. Sp.