Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clot. Clot.
Clot. I would this Musicke would come: I am adui
Clot. sed to giue her Musicke a mornings, they say it will pene
Clot. trate.
Clot. Enter Musitians.
Clot. Come on, tune: If you can penetrate her with your fin
Clot. gering, so: wee'l try with tongue too: if none will do, let
Clot. her remaine: but Ile neuer giue o're. First, a very excel
Clot. lent good conceyted thing; after a wonderful sweet aire,
Clot. with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consi
Clot. der.
Clot. SONG.
Clot. Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heauens gate sings,
Clot. and Phœbus gins arise,
Clot. His Steeds to water at those Springs
Clot. on chalic'd Flowres that lyes:
Clot. And winking Mary‑buds begin to ope their Golden eyes
Clot. With euery thing that pretty is, my Lady sweet arise:
Clot. Arise, arise.
Clot. So, get you gone: if this pentrate, I will consider your