Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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3. Man. Or Daphne roming through a thornie wood,
3. Man. Scratching her legs, that one shal sweare she bleeds,
3. Man. And at that sight shal sad Apollo weepe,
3. Man. So workmanlie the blood and teares are drawne.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. Thou art a Lord, and nothing but a Lord:
Lord. Thou hast a Ladie farre more Beautifull,
Lord. Then any woman in this waining age.
1 Man. 1 Man.
1 Man. And til the teares that she hath shed for thee,
1 Man. Like enuious flouds ore‑run her louely face,
1 Man. She was the fairest creature in the world,
1 Man. And yet shee is inferiour to none.
Beg. Beg.
Beg. Am I a Lord, and haue I such a Ladie?
Beg. Or do I dreame? Or haue I dream'd till now?
Beg. I do not sleepe: I see, I heare, I speake:
Beg. I smel sweet sauours, and I feele soft things:
Beg. Vpon my life I am a Lord indeede,
Beg. And not a Tinker, nor Christopher Slie.