Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. But is all this for your Father?
Ros. Ros.
Ros. No, some of it is for my childes Father: Oh
Ros. how full of briers is this working day world.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. They are but burs, Cosen, throwne vpon thee
Cel. in holiday foolerie, if we walke not in the trodden paths
Cel. our very petty‑coates will catch them.
Ros. I could shake them off my coate, these burs are
Ros. in my heart.
Cel. Hem them away.
Ros. I would try if I could cry hem, and haue him.
Cel. Come, come, wrastle with thy affections.
Ros. O they the part of a better wrastler then
Ros. my selfe.