Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. Thou hast not Cosen,
Cel. Prethee be cheerefull; know'st thou not the Duke
Cel. Hath banish'd me his daughter?
Ros. Ros.
Ros. That he hath not.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. No, hath not? Rosaline lacks then the loue
Cel. Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one,
Cel. Shall we be sundred? shall we part sweete girle?
Cel. No, let my Father seeke another heire:
Cel. Therefore deuise with me how we may flie
Cel. Whether to goe, and what to beare with vs,
Cel. And doe not seeke to take your change vpon you,
Cel. To beare your griefes your selfe, and leaue me out:
Cel. For by this heauen, now at our sorrowes pale;
Cel. Say what thou canst, Ile goe along with thee.
Ros. Why, whether shall we goe?
Cel. To seeke my Vncle in the Forrest of Arden.