Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Ros.
Ros. If she my Liege can make me know this clearly,
Ros. Ile loue her dearely, euer, euer dearly.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. If it appeare not plaine, and proue vntrue,
Hel. Deadly diuorce step betweene me and you.
Hel. O my deere mother do I see you liuing?
Laf. Laf.
Laf. Mine eyes smell Onions, I shall weepe anon:
Laf. Good Tom Drumme lend me a handkercher.
Laf. So I thanke thee, waite on me home, Ile make sport with
Laf. thee: Let thy curtsies alone, they are scuruy ones.
King. King.
King. Let vs from point to point this storie know,
King. To make the euen truth in pleasure flow:
King. If thou beest yet a fresh vncropped flower,
King. Choose thou thy husband, and Ile pay thy dower.
King. For I can guesse, that by thy honest ayde,
King. Thou keptst a wife her selfe, thy selfe a Maide.
King. Of that and all the progresse more and lesse,