Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. That is the way to make her scorne you still.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Oh Corin, that thou knew'st how I do loue her.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. I partly guesse: for I haue lou'd ere now.
Sil. No Corin, being old, thou canst not guesse,
Sil. Though in thy youth thou wast as true a louer
Sil. As euer sigh'd vpon a midnight pillow:
Sil. But if thy loue were euer like to mine,
Sil. As sure I thinke did neuer man loue so:
Sil. How many actions most ridiculous,
Sil. Hast thou beene drawne to by thy fantasie?
Cor. Into a thousand that I haue forgotten.
Sil. Oh thou didst then neuer loue so hartily,
Sil. If thou rememberst not the slightest folly,
Sil. That euer loue did make thee run into,
Sil. Thou hast not lou'd.