Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ad. From seauentie yeeres, till now almost fourescore
Ad. Here liued I, but now liue here no more
Ad. At seauenteene yeeres, many their fortunes seeke
Ad. But at fourescore, it is too late a weeke,
Ad. Yet fortune cannot recompence me better
Ad. Then to die well, and not my Masters debter.
Ad. Exeunt.
Ad. Scena Quarta.
Ad. [Act 2, Scene 4]
Ad. Enter Rosaline for Ganimed, Celia for Aliena, and
Ad. Clowne, alias Touchstone.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. O Iupiter, how merry are my spirits?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legges were not
Clo. wearie.
Ros. I could finde in my heart to disgrace my mans
Ros. apparell, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort
Ros. the weaker vessell, as doublet and hose ought to show it