Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. Shall I teach you to know.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. I my continent of beautie.
Rosa. Why she that beares the Bow. Finely put off.
Boy. My Lady goes to kill hornes, but if thou marrie,
Boy. Hang me by the necke, if hornes that yeare miscarrie.
Boy. Finely put on.
Rosa. Well then, I am the shooter.
Boy. And who is your Deare?
Rosa. If we choose by the hornes, your selfe come not
Rosa. neare. Finely put on indeed.
Maria. Maria.
Maria. You still wrangle with her Boyet, and shee
Maria. strikes at the brow.