Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Ros.
Ros. Let me loue him for that, and do you loue him
Ros. Because I doe. Looke, here comes the Duke.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. With his eies full of anger.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. Mistris, dispatch you with your safest haste,
Duk. And get you from our Court.
Ros. Me Vncle.
Duk. You Cosen,
Duk. Within these ten daies if that thou beest found
Duk. So neere our publike Court as twentie miles,
Duk. Thou diest for it.
Ros. I doe beseech your Grace
Ros. Let me the knowledge of my fault beare with me:
Ros. If with my selfe I hold intelligence,
Ros. Or haue acquaintance with mine owne desires,