Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rossa. His eye begets occasion for his wit,
Rossa. For euery obiect that the one doth catch,
Rossa. The other turnes to a mirth‑mouing iest.
Rossa. Which his faire tongue (conceits expositor)
Rossa. Deliuers in such apt and gracious words,
Rossa. That aged eares play treuant at his tales,
Rossa. And yonger hearings are quite rauished.
Rossa. So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. God blesse my Ladies, are they all in loue?
Prin. That euery one her owne hath garnished,
Prin. With such bedecking ornaments of praise.
Ma. Ma.
Ma. Heere comes Boyet.
Ma. Enter Boyet.
Prin. Now, what admittance Lord?
Boyet. Boyet.
Boyet. Nauar had notice of your faire approach;
Boyet. And he and his competitors in oath,