Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Ros.
Ros. My Lord, I do confesse the ring was hers.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. You boggle shrewdly, euery feather starts you:
Kin. s this the man you speake of?
Dia. Dia.
Dia. I, my Lord
Kin. Tell me sirrah, but tell me true I charge you,
Kin. Not fearing the displeasure of your master:
Kin. Which on your iust proceeding, Ile keepe off,
Kin. By him and by this woman heere, what know you?
Par. Par.
Par. So please your Maiesty, my master hath bin an
Par. honourable Gentleman. Trickes hee hath had in him,
Par. which Gentlemen haue.
Kin. Come, come, to'th' purpose: Did hee loue this
Kin. woman?