Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. Not till it leaue the Rider in the mire.
Ber. Ber.
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.
Ber. Nay then will I be gone.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Madame, your father heere doth intimate,
Kin. The paiment of a hundred thousand Crownes,
Kin. Being but th' one halfe, of an intire summe,