Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. Actus Secundus. Scœna P
Cel. [Act 2, Scene 1]
Cel. Enter Duke Senior: Amyens, and
Cel. like Forre
Duk. Sen. Duk. Sen.
Duk. Sen. Now my Coe
Duk. Sen. Hath not old custome ma
Duk. Sen. As you like it.
Duk. Sen. Then that of painted pompe? Are not these woods
Duk. Sen. More free from perill then the enuious Court?
Duk. Sen. Heere feele we not the penaltie of Adam,
Duk. Sen. The seasons difference, as the Icie phange
Duk. Sen. And churlish chiding of the winters winde,
Duk. Sen. Which when it bites and blowes vpon my body
Duk. Sen. Euen till I shrinke with cold, I smile, and say
Duk. Sen. This is no flattery: these are counsellors
Duk. Sen. That feelingly perswade me what I am:
Duk. Sen. Sweet are the vses of aduersitie
Duk. Sen. Which like the toad, ougly and venemous,
Duk. Sen. Weares yet a precious Iewell in his head: