Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. You must not be so quicke.
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. 'Tis long of you yͭ that spur me with such questions.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast,'twill tire.
Rosa. Not till it leaue the Rider in the mire.
Ber. What time a day?
Rosa. The howre that fooles should aske.
Ber. Now faire befall your maske.
Rosa. Faire fall the face it couers.
Ber. And send you many louers.
Rosa. Amen, so you be none.