Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sil. Or if thou hast not sat as I doe now,
Sil. Wearing thy hearer in thy Mistris praise,
Sil. Thou hast not lou'd.
Sil. Or if thou hast not broke from companie,
Sil. Abruptly as my passion now makes me,
Sil. O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe.
Sil. Exit.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Alas poore Shepheard searching of they would,
Ros. I haue by hard aduenture found mine owne.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. And I mine: I remember when I was in loue, I
Clo. broke my sword vpon a stone, and bid him take that for
Clo. comming a night to Iane Smile, and I remember the kis
Clo. sing of her batler, and the Cowes dugs that her prettie
Clo. chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing
Clo. of a peascod instead of her, from whom I tooke two
Clo. cods, and giuing her them againe, said with weeping
Clo. teares, weare these for my sake: wee that are true Lo