Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Ros.
Ros. Haue with you fare you well.
Ros. Exit.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpōvpon my toong?
Orl. I cannot speake to her, yet she vrg'd conference.
Orl. Enter Le Beu.
Orl. O poore Orlando! thou art ouerthrowneAn inkblot partially obscures the middle of this word.
Orl. Or Charles, or something weaker masters thee.
Le Beu. Le Beu.
Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsaile you
Le Beu. TeTo leaue this place; Albeit you haue deseru'd
Le Beu. High commendation, true applause, and loue;
Le Beu. Yet such is now the Dukes condition,
Le Beu. That he misconsters all that you haue done:
Le Beu. The Duke is humorous, what he is indeede
Le Beu. More suites you to conceiue, then I to speake of.
Orl. I thanke you Sir; and pray you tell me this,
Orl. Which of the two was daughter of the Duke,