Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Par. Spending his manlie marrow in her armes
Par. Which should sustaine the bound and high curuet
Par. Of Marses fierie steed: to other Regions,
Par. France is a stable, wee that dwell in't Iades,
Par. Therefore too'th warre.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. It shall be so, Ile send her to my house,
Ros. Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
Ros. And wherefore I am fled: Write to the King
Ros. That which I durst not speake. His present gift
Ros. Shall furnish me to those Italian fields
Ros. Where noble fellowes strike: Warres is no strife
Ros. To the darke house, and the detected wife.
Par. Par.
Par. Will this Caprichio hold in thee, art sure?
Ros. Go with me to my chamber, and aduice me.
Ros. Ile send her straight away: To morrow,
Ros. Ile to the warres, she to her single sorrow.