Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ol. Ol.
Ol. Why, what would you?
Vio. Vio.
Vio. Make me a willow Cabine at your gate,
Vio. And call vpon my soule within the house,
Vio. Write loyall Cantons of contemned loue,
Vio. And sing them lowd euen in the dead of night:
Vio. Hallow your name to the reuerberate hilles,
Vio. And make the babling Gossip of the aire,
Vio. Cry out Oliuia: O you should not rest
Vio. Betweene the elements of ayre, and earth,
Vio. But you should pittie me.
Ol. You might do much:
Ol. What is your Parentage?
Vio. Aboue my fortunes, yet my state is well:
Vio. I am a Gentleman.
Ol. Get you to your Lord: