Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Ros.
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to vs,
Ros. (Maides as we are) to trauell forth so farre?
Ros. Beautie prouoketh theeues sooner then gold.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Ile put my selfe in poore and meane attire,
Cel. And with a kinde of vmber smirch my face,
Cel. The like doe you, so shall we passe along,
Cel. And neuer stir assailants.
Ros. Were it not better,
Ros. Because that I am more then common tall,
Ros. That I did suite me all points like a man,
Ros. A gallant curtelax vpon my thigh,
Ros. A bore‑speare in my hand, and in my heart
Ros. Lye there what hidden womans feare there will,
Ros. Weele haue a swashing and a marshall outside,
Ros. As manie other mannish cowards haue,
Ros. That doe outface it with their semblances.