Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. Thou art a foole, she robs thee of thy name,
Duk. And thou wilt show more bright, & seem more vertuous
Duk. When she is gone: then open not thy lips
Duk. Firme, and irreuocable is my doombe,
Duk. Which I haue past vpon her, she is banish'd.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me my Leige,
Cel. I cannot liue out of her compa
Duk. Duk.
Duk. You are a foole: you Neice prouide your selfe,
Duk. If you out‑stay the time, vpon mine honor,
Duk. And in the greatnesse of my word you die.
Duk. Exit Duke, &c.
Cel. O my poore Rosaline, whether wilt thou goe?
Cel. Wilt thou change Fathers? I will giue thee mine:
Cel. I charge thee be not thou more grieu'd then I am.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. I haue more cause.